In a long boat down the Mersey with his hand on his sword. Ingimund saw crane birds on the sandbanks. He's blessed by the Lord. On this holy peninsula where faith breeds light and strength, We've a Viking spirit we keep the rest at arms length. With sword, axe, and spear Wirral Norsemen, will assemble on Chester and pierce her walls again. Singing...... SWA SWA SWA SWA .........