| Rapids and fields, be merciful
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| Oh, Tapio, show me your grace
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| Show me the way to the islands
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| Let me wander through the woodlands
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| Where the elusive game is
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| Where I may at last find my prey
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| In the traces of Hiisi’s moose
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| Throught the paths of savage deer
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| For the hunt I was now chosen
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| For the pursuit I am leaving
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| Through the woods of Tapiola
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| By Tapio’s huts ad lodges
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| Ukko, you supreme creator
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| The architect of all we see
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| Now betow me with decent skis
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| Please grant me proper snow-shoes
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| They ought to carry me briskly
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| While I am skiing through these swamps
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| Through the woodlands of Lapland
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| By the marshlands and the meadows
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| Should rivers appear on the way
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| Should a creek be laid before you
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| Then build a bridge out of silk
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| And make stairs of scarlet color
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| Direct the deer through sounds and straits
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| Steer them through those streams and waters
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| Through the river of Pohjola
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| Through enormous frothy rapids |