THE HARDYY NORSEMAN

The har-dy Norse-man's home of yore
Was on the foam-ing wave!
And there he ghath-ered bright re-nown,
The brav-est of the brave.
Oh! Ne'er should we for-get our sires,
Wher-ev-er we may be;
They brave-ly won a gal-lant name
And rul'd the storm-y sea.

What tho' our pw'r be weak-er now
Than it was wont to be,
When bold-ly forth our fa-thers sail'd
And con-quer'd Nor-man-die!
We still may sing their deeds of fame
In thrill-ing har-mon-ny;
for they did win a gal-lant name
And rul'd the storm-y sea!