The Spirit Of The North

By Oscar Williams

The sea blood slumbering in our veins
Through the life we’ve led on hills and plains
Has caught the sound of waves once more
That break upon the northern shore.

And a thousand years are swept away —
The Vikings’ time was yesterday —
We cannot live in land-locked bowers,
The sea is ours! The sea is ours!

And we’ll scour the seas in our ships of steam,
And our merchantmen with their sails shall gleam,
And it shall come to all men’s ken
That the old north spirit moves again.

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