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Fifty oars a rowing Fifty oars a rowing Fifty oars And Sixty men Through the mist They came a rowing. With cadence marking time They sang A Viking rhyme And hailed to Njord As they crossed the Fjord In nine hundred nine and nine. Row and row O Vikings row Row on like never before Row that oar With the might of Thor Row on to your distant shore. Then a windy clip Caught their dragonship And steered it Through storm Through foam Through towering wave. With faces grim And sails untrim They tossed In the swell Swirling as if To a watery grave. Fury now lashing From stern To prow And the mast Came a crashing Cross the starboard bow But the men Kept rowing With chiseled jaw As they heaved Head first In the Hell black maw. And a voice Could be heard Through the roar And the din And it seemed to come From the clouds therein Row and row O Vikings row Row on like never before Row that oar With the might of Thor Row on to your distant shore. Muscles bulged With heave And ho And the dragons prow Seemed to lift And go. Now the rowing Was easy And no storm up ahead And they looked at each other But nothing Was said Fifty oars a rowing Fifty oars a rowing Fifty oars And sixty men To Valhalla They were going.