| In the sea, a storm to heaven -
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| That makes the oar king angry.
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| He hits the bottom with his tail,
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| Foams the waves with his beard.
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| Only a daredevil will go out to sea,
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| And even then, if you are too drunk.
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| People will say: - Not the road
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| He has his own head!
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| Herring king, at the table
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| Until the morning we will not close our eyes
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| In your honor, let's wet our mustaches in hops,
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| All night a story about you.
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| Every feeder, every fisherman
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| Knows and honors your self-willed disposition.
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| Everyone calls for your mercy,
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| Get up on the cod path.
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| Three hundred pounds of weight in you
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| Yes, three hundred pounds in length!
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| Sitting on the throne, in my depth
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| Take a look around the fish country.
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| Herring king, at the table
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| We won't close our eyes until morning.
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| In your honor, let's wet our mustaches in hops
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| All night a story about you.
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| Herring king, anyway
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| Faith in victory lives in us!
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| The time would come soon
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| Hurry up to wait for the morning!
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| Hogni, finish your ale
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| Yes, let's sleep - get up early.
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| A strong network has been ready for a long time -
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| She shouldn't be bored with nothing to do!
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| And in the morning we'll sharpen hooks
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| May we go out to sea at the first dawn.
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| There will be smoked herring at the feast -
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| Do not blame me, the king of the herring! |