Drívur døgg um døkka grund
The dew drifts about the darkening ground,
dimmist millum fanna
it gets dim amongst the snowdrifts,
oman fyri eikilund
above the oak grove
hongur silvurkanna
hangs a silver jug.
Náttin hylir hørg og hól
The night veils mound and hill,
teskar undir lyngi
it whispers under the heather,
fýra nætur fyri jól
four nights until Yule,
dansa frýr í ringi
dance, ladies, in rings.
Fyrsta reyð og onnur blá
The first red and the second blue,
triðja grøn við brota
the third is green by the surf,
fjórða hvít við gulli á
the fourth white by the golden brook,
hon ber gyltan sprota
she wears gilded jewel.
Oman fyri eikilund
Above the oak grove
hongur silvurkanna
hangs a silver jug,
skínur yvir alla grund
it shines over all the land,
dansa lítla Anna
dance, little Anna.