The Hard Heads
The hard heads are on the sea
Pull your oar, pull your oar
Starka varna vesta lee
Pull your oar bravely
We come to gather, not to fight
But if we fight we will be right
Back at home our children cry
We must feed them or they'll die
The ice comes to kill our fields
So we must come to take your yield
If you will not fight with us
Where is your honour? in the dust
Ewan McVicar's new words to the tune of 'Starka Varna' tell of the Vikings. He sings them with the Chorus Quartet from Perm, Russia.
