Put Your Back Into The Oar

(Row, row, row) (Row, row, row) (Row, row, row, row) The ships await us by the Birka quay All prepared with sixty oars They will carry us on the open sea Heading out to glory wars We have blothed to Ægir To the daughters of Rán We are willing and eager We are leaving at dawn Four days of good wind Then we awoke to an ocean mirror-calm Slacking sails, we are drifting No direction, we are drifting Glory calls from beyond the waves A chance for fame and rich reward Honour waits beyond the grave So put your back into the oar The sun is burning, now we're lost at sea Our rations are running low Thirsty throats and hungry fleas But we still got many days to go We are crossing the ocean Left our home in the North The oars have set us in motion They will carry us forth Each man builds his own fame Now everyone, show me what you're worth Who recalls a coward's name? No one remembers, who remembers? Glory calls from beyond the waves Beckons those with a heart for war Honour waits beyond the grave So put your back into the oar Row Row Row Row Row Row Row Row Row Row Row (the oar is your best friend) Row Row Row Row (for a triumphant end) Row Row Row Row (row for victory) Row Row Row Row (into history) Grab your oars Row to glory wars And for victory Into history Each man builds his own fame Now everyone, show me what you're worth Who recalls a coward's name? No one remembers, who remembers? Glory calls from beyond the waves Beckons those with a heart for war Honour waits beyond the grave Fear not a bloody fate Glory calls from beyond the waves A chance for fame and rich reward Honour waits beyond the grave So put your back into the oar