For many months we make our home
On raging waves or gentle foam
The seas’ salt taste ever on our lips
As we sail the world in our Dragon ships.
We do not sit with faces long
Debating for hours what’s right or wrong
For the roots of our lives stem from three
Which are Faith, Folk and Family.
If our deeds serve them in peace or war
Performed on homeland or distant shore
Then they are good, with honour bright
And worthy in the high Gods’ sight.
We do not sit with faces long
Debating for hours what’s right or wrong
For the roots of our lives stem from three
Which are Faith, Folk and Family.
But if harm they intend, be it large or small
Then that is wrong and that is all
The guide that you should need for life
In times of peace or times of strife.
We do not sit with faces long
Debating for hours what’s right or wrong
For the roots of our lives stem from three
Which are Faith, Folk and Family.
So we hail the Gods on sea or land
And proudly under the skies we stand
We hail our Mother, the bounteous Jorth
And hail our Folk, the Folk of the North!