Swing Low, Sweet Dane Axe
One of Rob's songs, always good to sing around the camp fire.
CHORUS
Swing low, sweet Dane Axe,
Coming for to cleave me in two,
Swing low, sweet Dane Axe,
Coming for to cleave me in two.
I looked o'er the shield-wall, and what did I see?
Coming for to cleave me in two,
It was Welsh Pete looking angry,
Coming for to cleave me in two.
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If it gets me before it gets you,
Coming for to cleave me in two,
Tell all my friends It’s gonna get them, too.
Coming for to cleave me in two.
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Sometimes block up, sometimes dodge down,
Coming for to cleave me in two,
But still my soul feels heavenly bound,
Coming for to cleave me in two.
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The sharpest thing that I did see,
Coming for to cleave me in two,
Was the axe that took my limbs away,
Coming for to cleave me in two.
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