At night we sailed over the sea to conquer foreign land
The wind was strong the waves were high but we didn’t care
Our ship was fully loaded with beer, more beer and beer
We sailed to find Britannia but we landed here…
Hva Faen sjonge wy mei it bier yn’e strôt en de hoarn yn’e hân rint it fogt ûs oer de lea.
Hva Faen sjone wy en wy drinke derbei oantemei ûs dea!
Hva Faen sjonge wy mei it bier yn’e strôt en de hoarn yn’e hân rint it fogt ûs oer de lea.
Hva Faen sjone wy en wy drinke derbei soks seagen wy nea!
No rocky shores, no sloping hills as beacons in the dark
Then suddenly, with a clash, the boat struck on a rock
We didn’t know what to do, we were too drunk to think
The only thing we realized is that we started to sink
The darkness went and daylight came as we reached the shore
But this was not the land we were looking for
Hva faen?!
Hva Faen sjonge wy mei it bier yn’e strôt en de hoarn yn’e hân rint it fogt ûs oer de lea.
Hva Faen sjone wy en wy drinke derbei oantemei ûs dea!
Hva Faen sjonge wy mei it bier yn’e strôt en de hoarn yn’e hân rint it fogt ûs oer de lea.
Hva Faen sjone wy en wy drinke derbei soks seagen wy nea!
Wy bleonen mar yn Fryslân, jawis en werklik wier
Want die mannen fan it Fryske lân dy drink ek graach bier!
Nei in skoftsje hienen wy har froulieu en sprutsen wy har taal
No tûzend jieren letter hearre jimme ûs ferhaal!
