(Vers 1) Stolti sunus Frankon, þēgngar crunan, Under himinis stāhl, þar hu honorum klineð. In þēahtugis feldon, krafta ok tru, Fur Chlodowech ok Cristus, gāngum recktiu. Swerdon hafen, an hand saxon grip, Wi sindon hlāfordar waldas ok wigs. Under þunorhorn skrik, wind hēah sagu, Þa legundas scēriþ, in sigis hleore. (Refrain) O folk Frankon, gipangnari fātes, Mid blōd ok swerd, wi farodns wihtig weges. Frum aldi gods, to cristas crūz, Þin hreysti scēne, niū aldornes gēstu. (Vers 2) Under ulfs tācn, niht gēfe hālig, Wōdan wealt gitār, in skuggom fiands. Abeahst Cristus lioht, wi sint fulgang, Betwix flūdom truwes ok Frankis folcþēod. Kuningar leadað, herigar ok frēogar, Blōdi fadiron flieð in hertan wiara. Frum ald godun to sang heilags, Frankiskos sind bēhit, honor eterne. (Refrain) O folk Frankon, gipangnari fātes, Mid blōd ok swerd, wi farodns wihtig weges. Frum aldi gods, to cristas crūz, Þin hreysti scēne, niū aldornes gēstu. (Brūke) Under mōnan, druidas cēgan hleopa, In hāligon feldon, truwa grētēð. Þunor rīf heofonon, in windas fær, Frankiskos gāngas, hergar efterniht. (Refrain final) O folk Frankon, gipangnari fātes, Þin sagu skripað in ǣghwelc weg. Frum legundas ok mīthas, þin mægen stigeð, Stolti sunus Frankon, efternes wi hrēosum.