The Frisian Song “Eala Fria Frisia” from 1842 by the German – North-Frisian – poet Rudolf Justus Ihnen.

Inside the player, the original German text is provided, below the player a raw rather literal translation, in which it is not tried setting it in rhyme.

On the sea-trodden meadows,
On the wild North Sea beach,
We live, we free Frisians,
Proud of our fatherland
That freedom’s noble offspring
Always nourished in its bosom.
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

Glorious is the land of the Frisians,
Germany’s best, richest county!
Land where milk and honey flow,
Where fat drips like the dew,
Golden seed to the farmer rewards,
Who dwells on his free inheritance.
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

On the flowery meadows
the countless cattle is grazing;
Wherever the eyes are looking,
Waves of seeds golden and heavy;
Even if the rude northwind is blowing,
The night’gall sings and roses blossom.
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

Leda’s and Amasia’s waves
Rush like ships through the land,
A thousand proud sails swell
Seeking along the sea-bound beach.
Friesland’s bold host of sailors
Sails on the farthest sea.
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

Frisia’s noble daughters shine
their beauty of blooming splendor:
Roses gently paint the cheeks,
Sky-blue are the eyes that laugh!
Like the lilies slender and bright,
Pure as pearls, true as gold.
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

Bright in Our King’s Crown
Shines the diamant – Frisia!
Strong pillar of His throne,
Wavering not when storms there. –
Though sometimes misjudged –
Frisian fidelity yet stands firm!
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

Glorious shines the Frisian honor,
Always with high fame called,
Across lands, across seas
Is the Frisian tribe known;
Like the waves of the free sea,
Like the rocks firm and true.
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

Among the free Frisians
Genuine honesty flourishes,
Firm loyalty, pure morality,
Fearlessness in battle!
Among Germany’s army of nations,
The Frisian stands high and noble.
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

When the proud Roman was victorious,
Germany’s counties in fetters struck,
Bravely the Frisian fought,
did not bore the foreigner’s chains.
Even the throne of the world ruler
Frisian swords already protected.
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

Charlemagne struck with free Frisians
hard-pressed Rome;
Their boldness, proven there,
Testifies Sanct Michel’s proud cathedral.
And in gratitude for courage and loyalty
Charlemagne gave the Frisians free.
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

In the holy crusade wars,
The flag of the Frisians waved brave!
Frisians boldly set out for victory
Using their iron flails to break
Damiettes’ proud tower
fell under the strong Frisian storm!
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

In the armies of the German Empire
The Frisians followed freely.
Their swords, powerful spears
Always paved the way to victory!
Where the Frisian battle cry sounded,
The boldest foe was afraid.
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

Under Edzard, their great,
Free prince firmly united,
Stand the Frisians! May be enraged
Even the ten times stronger enemy,
Bravely the Frisian hero
Hit all enemies from the field.
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

Even in the realm of thought
The glory of the Frisians shines up;
Inside the barriers of science
The Frisian stands out proudly.
Great in the field, great in the council,
Bold in speech and bold in deed!
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

When before Luther’s thunderous voice
Germany’s spiritual night once waned,
Frisia, in spite of folly and fury,
Gladly laughs towards the light;
Quickly breaking the spiritual shackles,
Freedom loves only the light.
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

And the wreath of the noble, beautiful,
Has always blossomed for the Frisians;
Often in strong, gentle tones,
Sounded the noble Frisian song.
Insolent the lie! that speaks there:
Free Frisians do not sing.
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.

Free Frisians! resound high
Let the Frisian people sing!
The hearts of all Frisians swell
Bolder at the sound of the song,
That we dedicate to the native land.
Thundering all join in:
High it resounded far and near:
Eala fria Frisia.