En Yolly Norveejun Yingoism

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To be sung to the tune of "The Battle of New Orleans".



In 1813 we told the Danes good bye.

We spit upon their king and we poked him in the eye.

We told that strutting turkey that we'd break his army's back,

if they dared to set a foot across the mighty Skaggerak.



    Well, we fired the Danes 'cause they couldn't run our country.

    They didn't know our customs and they really didn't care.

    After four hundred years we regained our independence.

    Now it's up to us alone just to see how well we fare.



We went up to Eidsvoll and we faced a daunting test

to draft a constitution that would be the very best.

We signed it for the people on the Seventeenth of May,

which we celebrate each year as Constitution Day.



    Well, we fired the Danes 'cause they couldn't run our country.

    They didn't know our customs and they really didn't care.

    After four hundred years we regained our independence.

    Now it's up to us alone just to see how well we fare.



We've come a long way since Olav was our king

and the Danes took over and changed everything.

We no longer speak the Norse as the Vikings used to do.

But from Danish København the influence grew.



    We had to free our culture from the taint of the Danish

    and to do that we knew that language is the key.

    So we gave ourselves the Bokmål and we gave ourselves the Nynorsk

    and we're twice as Norwegian as we really need to be.



We worshiped gods that would scare you half to death.

They stood o'er a world that would take away your breath.

We heard mighty Thor in thunder's every crack and boom

and half-blind Odin knew every person's doom.



    They fought against the trolls and they fought Frost Giants;

    with a sense of valor they were thoroughly imbued.

    They practiced their skills for the war of Ragnarokr,

    when the world will be destroyed, then, like a phoenix, be renewed.





When the Christians came we took them by surprise

when we claimed that Christ is Baldur in disguise.

Their religion fit Norway like a glove we are told

'cause true Christian faith is only for the bold.



    The land that we live in is cold and it's rainy

    and it's hard to make a living without advanced technology.

    Our ancestors moved here when they should have known better.

    Now Norway has made us all as tough as we can be.



We live in a land with mountains tall and steep

that plunge into fjords that are equally as deep.

We know more than Newton about the force of gravity,

so it really is a pleasure to set sail upon the sea.



    We didn't want a raft and we didn't want a galley.

    We wouldn't put a sail on just anything that floats.

    We made ourselves a knårr by tying planks together,

    then we challenged cruel Nature in this most seaworthy of boats.



We sailed the North Atlantic in our little wooden boats

with nothing to protect us but our woolen overcoats.

The winter storms raised waves that any man would fear,

but when we saw a wave a-comin' we'd greet it with a sneer.



    Well, we sent our ships to Iceland and we sent our ships to Greenland

    and we camped out in Newfoundland a thousand years ago.

    Then we turned our ships east and created Tsarist Russia.

    We were doing fairly well. What in Hell does Denmark know?



We split away from Sweden in nineteen ought and five.

Then we looked for a monarch who would help our country thrive.

We called for candidates, but no one said a thing,

so we grabbed a Danish prince and made that boy our king.



    Well, we fired the Danes 'cause they couldn't run our country.

    We chased them back to Denmark and thought that we were glad.

    But then we crowned Prince Carl and changed our estimation,

    for as Håkon the Seventh he was the best king Norway had.



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