And in sweet peace arrayed.
And now, farewell to home and friends,
And if we ne’er return,
’Twill be because the gallant Sixth
All death and danger spurn.
The Northmen are Coming.
Air—I’m Going to be Married.
The Northmen are coming, Oho! oho!
The Northmen are coming, Oho! oho!
The Northmen, the Northmen,