to the tune of [Another Irish Drinking Song](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vz9nHvmdAb4)
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Ohhhhhh
Me father was a viking
my ma was but a lass
my father acted like a king
my mum she kicked some ass
of battles won i and mine will sing
and give our victims sass

all of them will die,
and before we sigh,
we'll fight and scrap and plunder
till our foes are no more

all of them will die,
and when at last we sigh,
we'll fight and scrap and plunder,
till we make our final score

We continue to sail far and away
To claim a bounty on this day.
We strike fear into the hearts of our foe
Striking them down within their home
We come from the land of bear, the land of eagle
Leaving our foes feeling a bit less regal

We bring our brethren the spoils of war
The blood stain jewels gleem in our eyes
We conquer our foes so our flag can rise
We come from a land of freedom, land of vikings
Land that bred us for war, much to your disliking

We will march home across the mountains
We will sail home across the raging seas
With a bounty that is sure to please.

Once was a Jedi
Who thought he was a viking
But he had no horns

He saw a cool droid
He quickly ripped off its arms
Now he had nice horns

(Repeat x3 or until too drunk to sing)