This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed man think
Like
I went to wash at the shore
I went to bathe
The mountains of North
Shall erupt and flames
Of darkland will raise
Hail
Once I had a mind
And thought was given
But nowadays, in
I have a good mind
Take into my head
To start singing
Begin
The islander slips into hiding
And takes to his heels
Out of
Hey there, tiny wench
My perpetual serf
Put stew in a pot
Bring
A bird flew out of Lapland
An eagle from the Northeast
One
O old man, good god
Careful man of heaven
Keeper of storm
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