Faderen sadt med sin Kniv og skar paa sit Indtun og søgte Svar han ere nu trætted og betænkt Han saae sin Søn nu vokse til og undred om ham føre vil Levnet ham ere ofred og skænkt Sønnen saa et Brev bekommet; Sønnen svor sin Siæl Faderen med Sotte, forkommet, laae nu, uden Vilje, uden Lyst Uden Tøven hasted Hiem naadde ei rettidigt frem, Faderen havde resigneret sin Dyst Dine Høster faaer du af Marken du saaer saa hold sirlig din Hæst og din Harv, Før dit sidste Traa, maae du din Søn formaae saa han bliver ved her i sin Arv Se til de nære, og hold dine kære og vid at de vil med dig henstaae Lær din Søn alt derom Ætt og Gehalt og han høste vil saa din Stoltheds Haa Faderen tog sit farvel higheil og sæl udvortes Sønnen drog af Gaarde og Skammen slog en Aare indvortes derpaa, sin Odel at beskikke Han svor sit Eftermæle derpaa, hans Minde at beskikke Voldt efter forgangen Sed jeg muldlægger dig paa dit Arnested saa du kan følge med at vor Families Hævd varer ved I Utid, i Vansken vender jeg mig til din Houg hen saa du kan følge med At vor Families Hævd varer ved Naar min Tid kommen ere, skal jeg da selv lægges her, og min Sønnesøn, der vil føre vor staute Arv skvær [English translation:] Heritage The father sat with his knife and carved In his inner courtyard and sought answers He is now arguing and thoughtful He saw his son grown up And wondered if he would carry on The life he has been offered and granted The son saw a letter come: The son cursed his soul The father with sickness, devastated Lays now, without will, without desire Without hesitating hurried home Did not arrived right on time The father had resigned to his battle "Following the ancient custom I will bury you in your birthplace So that you can see That our family's tradition lasts by In bad times, in troubles I will turn to your burial mound So that you can see That our family's tradition lasts by When my time has come I too shall be laid here And my son's son Will carry our proud heritage honestly" "Your harvest you get from the ground you sow So keep your horse and your harrow adorned In your last wish, you must urge your son So that he remains by his heritage See the close ones, and hold your loved ones And they will stand by you Teach your son everything about family and value And he will harvest your pride's hay" The father took his farewell Tranquil and happy Outwards The son left the farm And the shame struck a vein On the inside Afterwards, his inherited land He got in order He swore his obituary Afterwards, his memory He got in order