Did you always bring the snow?

It may be we shall never know,

But now Ullr's faithful come

To hail his name, to beat the drum,

To burn the old, to cry for white

Shining like crystal-frozen light

On every mountainside and slope -

They give their best, they give their hope,

And Ullr gives them finest snow,

That they may make a merry row

And praise his name to heaven's height,

And praise his winter-wonder's might.

Hail to the Lord of Arrow and Ski,

The Lord of Winter now you be.

Artwork by Righon.