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A lovely land is oursA lovely land is oursWith beeches green about herEncircled by the seaHer hills and vales are manifoldHer name, of old, is DenmarkAnd she is Freya's homeIn days of long-agoThis land was home to heroesFrom war they rested hereThen forth they went, to smite the foeNow to their graves they've goneAmong the barrow-stonesThis land is yet so fairHer waters yet so blueAnd green are still her leavesAnd noble ladies, maidens fair,And men and able ladsStill dwell on Danish soilHail Sovereign, hail Home!Hail every Dane who laboursTo do his very bestOur ancient Denmark shall abide,While yet the waves reflectThe beeches in their blueSent by Carlos André Pereira da Silva Branco
A lovely land is oursA lovely land is oursWith beeches green about herEncircled by the seaHer hills and vales are manifoldHer name, of old, is DenmarkAnd she is Freya's homeIn days of long-agoThis land was home to heroesFrom war they rested hereThen forth they went, to smite the foeNow to their graves they've goneAmong the barrow-stonesThis land is yet so fairHer waters yet so blueAnd green are still her leavesAnd noble ladies, maidens fair,And men and able ladsStill dwell on Danish soilHail Sovereign, hail Home!Hail every Dane who laboursTo do his very bestOur ancient Denmark shall abide,While yet the waves reflectThe beeches in their blueSent by Carlos André Pereira da Silva Branco