An Old Norse Melody

Odinny boy, the vikes, the vikes are calling

From sea to sea and to Valhalla’s shore.

They’re very drunk, and stock of mead is falling

And so they pray you’ll bless them now with more.

But come ye back when sunlight’s in the meadow

Or when your subjects lounge out on the fjord

And talk to me, future irrev’rant poet

In case you’re done fighting and very, very bjord.

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