Ah-ah, ah!Ah-ah, ah!
We come from the land of the ice and snowFrom the midnight sun where the hot springs flowThe hammer of the godsWill drive our ships to new landsTo fight the horde, sing and cryValhalla, I am coming
On we sweep with threshing oarOur only goal will be the western shore
“Rodney spoke often of the New World, and dreamed of a peaceful retirement. I do wonder if Rodney did have a mistress. I thought it odd to the greatest degree he would leave me with such a poem, although I think he meant well,” Lorileigh said in haste one sunny afternoon. Lorileigh could be found walking in circles in her garden over the years muttering to herself, “Never send to know for whom the bell ? tolls, it tolls for thee.”
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