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TO SEA!
Through our veins the Norse blood courses;
No! not for the land are we;
The spirit of our fathers forces
Their sons still to roam the sea.
For the salts of the ocean surges
Through our billowy pulses flow;
We must drive where the tempest urges
The sons of the sea to go
Wherever the wild winds blow.
No! not for the land are we;
The spirit of our fathers forces
Their sons still to roam the sea.
For the salts of the ocean surges
Through our billowy pulses flow;
We must drive where the tempest urges
The sons of the sea to go
Wherever the wild winds blow.
Our land's but a rock of ocean,
Its storm's in our island breath;
In our lives is its restless motion;
We must out, though to wreck or death.
To our ears come the tempest's voices;
Our spirits those sea-tongues know;
Shore or wave? with the gale our choice is
From the land's dull life to go
Wherever the wild winds blow.
Its storm's in our island breath;
In our lives is its restless motion;
We must out, though to wreck or death.
To our ears come the tempest's voices;
Our spirits those sea-tongues know;
Shore or wave? with the gale our choice is
From the land's dull life to go
Wherever the wild winds blow.
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