Immigrant Song - Pickin' On Series, Iron Horse

Ah, ah

We come from the land of the ice and snow

From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow

The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new land

To fight the horde and sing, and cry

Valhalla, I am coming

On we sweep with, with threshing oar

Our only goal will be the western shore

Ah, ah

We come from the land of the ice and snow

From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow

How soft your fields so green.

Can whisper tales of gore

Of how we calmed the tides of war.

We are your overlords

On we sweep with threshing oar

Our only goal will be the western shore

So now you'd better stop and rebuild all your ruins

For peace and trust can win the day despite of all your losing

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