Rise up, rise up for the King!
Rise up! Rise up!
Rise up and with us sing.
Our King, is here!
The good king Beowulf.
Our King, is here to save us all himself.
Yes here he is, old Beowulf!
Name and body both,
The King of Shields, a powerful man
High warrior of the Danes.
Rise up! Rise up!
Rise up, rise up for the King.
Rise up! Rise up!
Rise up and with us sing.
Though he is old now and infirm,
Sixty years in age,
Still he is harder than the rest,
And brighter than the sage.
Rise up! Rise up!
Rise up, rise up for the King.
Rise up! Rise up!
Rise up and with us sing.

As you can imagine, it was difficult
for me being the centre of attention,
I'm a modest sort of fellow. But
people were flocking from far and
wide to meet the hero of the hour. Fair
maidens were queueing up to touch my
armour, young lads were asking me
to sign their swords, and one woman
even said she was going to call her
baby Beowulf. And it was a girl! King
Hrothgar thought that the fame might
be getting to my head, so he took me to
one side and gave me a bit of a lecture.