| I am a viking of some note
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| Knuts my name and here I float
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| Out on the sea in a great big boat
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| And Im the one who beats the drum in time
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| To stroke the oars that drive our galleons on And while we rowed we had our song
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| And we had our god, and it may seem odd
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| But at least there was a cause
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| Caught a wind and we upped the sail
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| Lost two ships when it turned to a gale
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| Down went a third when she rammed on a whale
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| Though we despaired we could not fail
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| And through it all we never faltered
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| Late at night I lay on the decke
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| Wondering whye I risk my necke
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| Picture myselfe in a sinkinge wrecke
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| Ande downe ime goinge notte knowinge whye
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| I just cant quite recall the reason why
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| Its such a drag to carry on But there was a cause, but there was a reason
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| If you like Ill be your viking
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| Sit you down to a nordic meal
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| Give you strength that you might wield
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| A viking sword and a viking shield
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| And off well sail in mighty ships of yore
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| Perhaps we shouldnt let our hands get sore
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| We need someone to pull the oars
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| And to do the chores
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| So we need a cause, so we need a reason why
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| (erik is here!) |