Tales of Bothnia
Fly from thee, my friend to be,
Our Voyage thro' the lucid sea.
"Indeed, thee Bothnian Sea."
Ay, throughout the Bothnian Sea,
we go my friend to be.
"Th' Horizon is closer cant yee see?"
We must pass thro' Archipelago,
To the gulf! make haste! we go!
we must reach the Bothnian sea!
Be where our sins repented, our conscience free.
"yee, thee wonders of th' Bothnian Sea,
where the salt is drought an' still,
A quench of thrist? well have your fill!"
Yes! that is the Bothnian Sea,
where all is equal, an' yet still free.
"Shall we stop at Vaasa?
Or conseirge throu' Oulu,"
Surely the latter is faster,
tho' avoid the screaming men of Oulu!
"Yes my friend, indeed thast is faster."
An now we are closer than ever,
How do I taste thee sweet weather.
Within the Bothnian sea?
"Oh my friend to be,
niave indeed are we.
For nought within this sea,
canst keep us warm an' free."
Mutiny.. the taste lingers still,
As My lungs shall fill,
with the saltless liquid of'
The great Bothnian Sea!
My place of rest to be...