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Clear was the sky : now storm clouds are forming |
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the sun disc was high : the dusk came too soon |
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sighted : a forest of masts and sails |
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ride swift yee messenger : the word must get through |
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Carry the news to the villages westward |
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Asa Bay is under attack |
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light the signal fires along the shoreline |
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sound the bugle : upon us is the storm |
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Ride up the coast : sound the alarm |
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the enemy fleet soon to land |
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women and children to the hill : the enclosure |
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to the shore every brave able hand |
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Sons of ours afar in foreign land |
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their swords will be missed on this fateful day |
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brother of Eigil : who set sail for Vinland |
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with Torgeir the strong and Ashur the brave |
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Upon us the storm : the twilight was sudden |
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the clear sunny day : now bitterly cold |
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may the Gods be all with us : and fate by us stand |
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let the livestock all run and bury your gold |
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The messenger riding swift through the forest |
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crossing the wide open plains |
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carrying the news of the storm : the fleet fast approaching |
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to arms all : defend Asa Bay |
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Clear was the sky : now storm clouds are forming |
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the sun disc was high : the dusk came too soon |
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now restless the waves : unruly the sea |
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red are the sails : may the message get through |
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Now dark is the sky : the storm clouds assembled |
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the enemy fleet soon to land |
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in the dark grey haze glimmering sharp steel is drawn |
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the swelling sails nearer now : stand and fight every man |
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Ride through the forest : past mountains and creeks |
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upon us is fire and doom |
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carry me : run swift : my good able steed |
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the news of the storm must get through |
