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Immigrant Song
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Ah,_____________
ah._____________
A We E come from the land of ice and
snow, from the midnite sun where the hot springs blow.____
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships__ to new lands, to fight the
horde,__ singing and crying:
E Vahala, I am coming!______A __F#m __
A on we sweep_
B with treshing oar,_
C our only goal will be the west-ern
shore
Ah,____________
ah.____________
A We E come from the land of ice and snow, from the midnite sun where
the hot springs blow.____
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales__ of gore,___ of how we
calmed_ the tides of war.___
E We are your over lords.
A on we sweep_
B with treshing oar,_
C our only goal will be the west-ern shore
So now you'd better stop__
and rebuild your ruins,
for peace and trust__ can win the day despite of all your
losing.
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