Song Of The Viking I

for Lucas, back from Norway

I am a Viking of some note

Knut's my name and here I float

Out on the sea in a great big boat

and I'm the one who beats the drum in time

To stroke the oars that drive our galleons on

And while we rowed we had our song

And we had our god, and it may seem odd

But at least there was a cause

Caught a wind and we upped the sail

Lost two ships when it turned to a gale

Down went a third when she rammed on a whale

Though we despaired we could not fail

And through it all we never faltered

Late at night I lay on the decke

Wondering whye I risk my necke

Picture myselfe in a sinkinge wrecke

Ande downe I'me goinge notte knowinge whye

I just can't quite recall the reason why

It's such a drag to carry on

But there was a cause, but there was a reason

If you like I'll be your Viking

Sit you down to a Nordic meal

Give you strength that you might wield

A Viking sword and a Viking shield

And off we'll sail in mighty ships of yore

Perhaps we shouldn't let our hands get sore

We need someone to pull the oars

And to do the chores

So we need a cause, so we need a reason why

(Erik is here!)