It's a damn tough life, full of toil and strife,
That we Vikings undergo
And we don't give a damn, 'bout your king or his land
Or how hard the wind does blow

Cause we're homeward bound from a foreign ground
'Neath a sky that's bright and clear
And we don't give a damn, when we drink our ale
With the maids of Ealdormere

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Rollin' down to Ealdormere, me boys
Rollin' down to Ealdormere
And we don't give a damn when we drink our ale
With the maids of Ealdormere

Once more we sail, like a northern gale
'Neath a sky that calls for war
Our brave young lords, with their spears and swords
Come to raid upon your shore

Then it's homeward bound, from your hostile ground
With your gold we'll disappear,
And we don't give a damn, when we drink our ale,
With the maids of Ealdormere

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The North Sea mist strikes a blow like a fist
When you face the sea alone
Far away from your hearth and the land of your birth
And the ones you call your own

Through the dark and the storm, their prayers reach out
Hoping some fine day they'll hear
Your ragged sails running 'fore the gales
Running home to Ealdormere

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A warrior's wage is of gold or the grave
Where the ravens feast and call
When the wolves draw near Then the Valkrie appear
Lead the way to Odin's halls

No longer homeward bound from a foreign ground
From the world we'll disappear
And we don't give a damn, when we drink our ale
With the maids of Ealdormere

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When our Prince does call, many good men will fall
'Neath the spears of Aethelmearc
While our wives stay home, with the children alone
Blades carry the widow's mark

So it's homeward bound we pray to be found
With our families safe and near
And we don't give a damn, 'bout your king or his land
just the folk of Ealdormere

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