Songbook

Please respect the author and mention his or her name as the writer of the song. Try to stay in tune, even if the barbarians on the first row cannot. And the most important rule: have fun!

THE GREAT MEAD ROBBERY

When I get thristy I don`t want water

or liquid of any other kind

There`s only one thing that will quench my thirst

I`m sure that you wouldn`t mind

If I said…..

(chorus)

Let the mead flow ho

a bright golden river of mead

Till the bottom shows

we`ll drain a barrel of mead

(chorus)

I went to a travelhouse praised for it`s mead

and I asked the landlord to bring

me a barrel of cool mead of the first brew

And everyone started to sing

Let us sing…..

*chorus*

But the landlord told me with tears in his eyes

`Milady tis a terrible day

I`ve been robbed by some scoundrels, they took all my mead

and left not a nikkel for pay`

So don`t say……

*chorus*

a silence fell, just a sob could be heard

our throats were swollen and dry

and as I thought to myself this is truly absurd

all the men started to cry

Now I am not scweamish but a crying grown man

is a thing that I can not bear

`Stop weeping, men and come with me

we`ll go to the robbers lair

and when we`re there…

*chorus*

We came to a cave and shouted: `Joho,

we`ve got you surrounded, come out!

And give us back what is rightfully ours,

bring an end to this drought`

we called out…..

*chorus*

`Weebe ghappy tosharit wif you only came in`

the headman shouted back

he was obviously drunken on our good mead

so we started our attack

some shouting and yelling and a wee bit of fighting

inside the very dark cave

then we came out rolling the barrels before us

`Victory!` shouted the brave

and we sang…..

*chorus*

We started drinking right then and right there

and emptied a barrel or two

the men started boasting how many they killed

how fierce they fought twenty-two

When out from the cave came a staggering man

saying: `grazulasion youve won!`

there stood our dangerous robbers fierce

But everyone counted just one.

And he sung…..

*chorus*

All this time it had been just one man

who had borrowed the mead from the inn

not much of a story but enough for a song

so let us all begin

let us sing..

*chorus*

repeat till hoarse

ODIN`S HALL

(melodie: Fiddler`s Green)

As I walked by the lakeside one evening fair

to view the sweet water and take in the air

I heard an old warrior singing a song

won`t you take me away lass my time is not long

Wrap me up in me mailcoat and armour

once more to the battlefield I go

just tell me old comerades

in arms that I`m done lads

And I`ll see you someday in Odin`s hall

Now Odin`s Hall is a place I heard tell

Where old warriors go if they don`t go to hell

Where the girls are all pretty on the mead it is free

and there bottles of beer growing from every tree

Wrap me up in me mailcoat and armour

once more to the battlefield I go

just tell me old comerades

in arms that I`m done lads

And I`ll see you someday in Odin`s hall

When the Valkyrie come to take you away

to the fields where you can fight battles for play

where you cannot be wounded and cannot be killed

and not even a drop of your blood will be spilled

Wrap me up in me mailcoat and armour

once more to the battlefield I go

just tell me old comerades

in arms that I`m done lads

And I`ll see you someday in Odin`s hall

Now, I don`t want a harp nor halo not me

just give me me axe and happy I`ll be

Where the skies are all clear and the fields are all green

and the edge of yer blade is always keen

Wrap me up in me mailcoat and armour

once more to the battlefield I go

just tell me old comerades

in arms that I`m done lads

And I`ll see you someday in Odin`s hall

THE GRAND POKE

or BALOR`S EYE

I wish I was on Tory Island

Only for a night by Balor`s side

I would swim over the deepest ocean

Only for a poke at Balor`s eye

But the sea is high

and I cannot swim over

Not do I have wings to fly

I wish I had a handsome boatman

to ferry me over to Tory Isle.

cause I have my stick

And I keep it sharpened

So that I can stick it in his eye

I wish I was on Tory Island

But I`ll sing no more now till I get a drink.