Bornin Vie Tjornina

Gaman er fyrir hin godu born,
Ad ganga med pabba ut ad tjorn.
Sja thar litinn bra-bra-bra,
Og bornin skemmta ser, ha-ha-ha.

Gefa honum braud ad bita i,
Bornin hafa svo gaman af thvi.
Saddur verdur bra-bra-bra,
Og bornin skemmta ser, ha-ha-ha.

Uti i holma a ser bol,
Ungunum sinum veitir skjol.
Allir eiga their somu sang,
Sofa undir mommu vang.
Fara ad reyna ad fleyta ser,
Fus ad kenna theim mamma er.
Hun er theirra vita vorn,
Verndar og fadir sin litlu born.

Eitt sinn litinn unga eg sa,
Auminginn villtist mommu fra.
Sifellt i hring hann synti thar,
Og sa hana ekki neins stadar.

Mamma vissi vel um thad,
Og a vangjunum sinum kom thar ad.
Oskop gladur vard unginn tha,
Og oruggur sinni mommu hja.

Ef ad tjornin okkar frys,
Uti er gaman ad sleda a is.
Tha er oftast uti svalt,
Og aumingja bra-bra tha svo kalt,

Med kalda fatur a koldum is,
Kroknar stundum, deyr og frys.
Bornin harma bra-bra sinn,
Og buinn er soguthatturinn. The children by the pond

It's fun for the good children
To walk with Daddy to the pond
See a little quack-quack-quack,
And the children enjoy themselves, ha-ha-ha!

Give it some bread to bite
The children enjoy this so much
Quack-quack-quack is full now
And the children enjoy themselves, ha-ha-ha!

In the islet she has a nest
Sheltering her ducklings
They all share the same blanket
Sleeping under Mother's wing
They try and learn to swim themselves
Mother is happy to teach them
She shelters them from danger
Shelters and feeds her babies

Once I saw a little duckling
The poor thing had gotten lost from it's mother
It kept swimming in circles
And could not find her anywhere

Mother knew all about this
And her wings brought her there
The duckling was terribly glad
To be safe with his Momma

If our pond freezes
It's fun to sled on the ice
It is usually cold out then
And poor quack-quack is so cold

With cold feet on cold ice
He sometimes freezes and dies
The children mourn their quack-quack
And so our story ends