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This land is mine to the end of time |
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none it shall claim or conquer |
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the mountains high : the endless sky |
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the forests and the sea |
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Oh land rejoice : your son has sailed |
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beyond the seas : adventurous trail |
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now heading north : to Asa Bay |
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my place of birth : home of the brave |
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A man he may wither away |
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or die in battle with sword in hand |
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but the river will flow and the wind will blow |
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forever across my northern land |
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This land is mine to the end of time |
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none it shall claim or conquer |
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the mountains high : the endless sky |
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the forests and the sea |
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Oh fatherland : oh Northstar high |
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two hundred days and night have I |
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been away from you my hearts most dear |
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returning home : great wealth to share |
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Work those oars : the wind is still |
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no southern breeze our sail to fill |
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the dusk is here and our bay is far |
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the Dragon soon to sweep the night |
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so work these oars an Sorsemen : brother's row |
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The land where deep in heavyturf the bones and crushed skulls testify |
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the violent times and troubled days when land was claimed |
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and paid for in blood and human lives |
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The land where gold of star will glow in silvery water |
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and on black wings high the ravens soar above |
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the glade where as child I was baptised in fire and ice |
