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I am a viking of some note |
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Knut's my name and here i float |
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Out on the sea in a great big boat |
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And i'm the one who beats the drum in time |
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To stroke the oars that drive our galleons on |
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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 i'me goinge notte knowinge whye |
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I just can't quite recall the reason why |
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It's such a drag to carry on |
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But there was a cause, but there was a reason |
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If you like i'll 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 we'll sail in mighty ships of yore |
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Perhaps we shouldn't 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!) |