| The ships await us by the Birka quay
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| All prepared with sixty oars
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| They will carry us on the open sea
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| Heading out to glory wars
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| We have blothed to Aegir
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| To the daughters of Ran
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| We are willing and eager
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| We are leaving at dawn
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| Four days of good wind
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| Then we awoke to an ocean mirror calm
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| Slacking sails, we are drifting
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| No direction, we are drifting
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| Glory calls from beyond the waves
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| A chance for fame and rich reward
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| Honour waits beyond the grave
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| So put your back into the oar
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| The sun is burning, now we’re lost at sea
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| Our rations are running low
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| Thirsty throats and hungry fleas
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| But we still got many days to go
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| We are crossing the ocean
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| Left our home in the north
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| The oars have set us in motion
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| They will carry us forth
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| Each man builds his own fame
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| Now everyone, show me what you’re worth
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| Who recalls a coward’s name?
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| No one remembers, who remembers
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| Glory calls from beyond the waves
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| Beckons those with a heart for war
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| Honour waits beyond the grave
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| So put your back into the oar
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| Row!
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| Row!
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| Row!
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| Row!
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| Row!
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| Row!
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| Row!
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| Row!
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| Row!
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| Row!
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| Row! |
| (The oar is your best friend)
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| Row!
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| Row!
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| Row!
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| Row! |
| (For a triumphant end)
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| Row!
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| Row!
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| Row!
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| Row! |
| (Row for victory)
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| Row!
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| Row!
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| Row!
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| Row! |
| (Into history)
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| Grab your oars
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| Row to glory wars
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| And for victory
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| Into history
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| Each man builds his own fame
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| Now everyone, show me what you’re worth
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| Who recalls a coward’s name?
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| No one remembers, who remembers
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| Glory calls from beyond the waves
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| Beckons those with a heart for war
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| Honour waits beyond the grave
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| Fear not a bloody fate
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| Glory calls from beyond the waves
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| A chance for fame and rich reward
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| Honour waits beyond the grave
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| So put your back into the oar |