Sung to the tune of 'Marching Through Georgia'
Bring the good old war horn, boys, we'll start another song
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along
Sing it as we used to sing it 15 war-lords strong
As we were marching through Swadia
Hurrah, Hurrah, we bring the jubilee
Hurrah, Hurrah, no feasts will keep you free
So we sang the chorus from Dhirim to the sea
While we were marching through Swadia
There were many Nordic men who wept with joyful tears
When they saw their honored king they had not seen for years
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking out in cheers
While we were marching through Swadia
Hurrah, Hurrah, we bring the jubilee
Hurrah, Hurrah, no feasts will keep you free
So we sang the chorus from Dhirim to the sea
While we were marching through Swadia
So we made a thoroughfare for Ragnar and his train
Marked with butter and with blood, each knight cried out in pain
Harlaus fled before us for resistance was in vain
While we were marching through Swadia
Submitted June 24, 2019 at 11:02PM by Heavens_Sword1847 http://bit.ly/2KFmIxc
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