O’er billows of bayonet, sword and spear.
The Northmen are coming, etc.
With rattle of musket they come, they come!
With thunder of cannon, they come, they come!
With tempest of fire, and storm of steel,
To drive out the traitors from Freedom’s home.
The Northmen are coming, etc.
The boom of their cannon is Tyranny’s knell;
Wherever they battle shall Liberty dwell;
They fight for the holiest hope of man,