A sailor with a plucky breastAn old smallholder at his groundDannebrog, flag in flutterDannebrog, vift med din VingeDen Magt som gav mig min lille SangDen gamle Husmand staar ved GavlEn Sømand med et modigt BrystHar I nu Tænder i Riven satHver har sit, du har ditI drive along in a splendent spellI kølende SkyggerI'm really so delightedIn shadows so bracingInd under Jul, hvor er det tristJeg er saa glad i GrundenJeg kører frem gennem StraalefrydMorgenhanen atter golMorning cock again did crowNew Melodies for Johan Borup's Song BookNigh to Noël, how very sadNow, did the rake get its latter prongNu spinder vi for DittemorNye Melodier til Borups Sangbog IIThis force which gave me my little songUndrer mig paa, hvad jeg faar at seWe're spinning now for Lizzy LassWonder whatever I get to seeYou and I, everyone must qualify