They say we're just the levee the farmers from the field
But when we form our wall of men we're sworn to never yield

Chorus
Strike a blow for freedom, then strike one for the land
When a fyrdman strikes a blow, there's iron in his hand
And now you will put down your plow and now your spearhead hone
For when a fyrdman strikes a blow he never stands alone.

Our weapon is but a cheap spearhead upon an ashwood pole
but when we take the field to fight it's victory that's our goal.

Chorus

A Viking's chest well sheaths my point as he lifts up his axe.
His eyes beg me for mercy. I grant it with my seax.

Chorus

The yeoman fyrd stand in great rank. Their shafts on sinew taut.
Hardrada's men pay with their lives and lie in land they bought.

Chorus

I don my father's byrnie. 'tis taut across my limbs.
I pray it will do more for me than 'ere it did for him.

Chorus

A Huscarl from the best of us we pay to armor fine.
He lives now for his soldiering with Harald he will dine.

Chorus
Strike a blow for freedom, then strike one for the land
When a fyrdman strikes a blow, there's iron in his hand
And now you will put down your spear and now you will head home.
Knowing when you're called again you will not stand alone.

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