SHREDS AND PATCHES.
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Full many a foe hath felt our might,
When battle filled the air;
And in the darkened hours of night
Hath fled in wild despair.
We fall upon the Saxon's nest
Like thunder from the sky;
The sickly Southron starts from rest
To see our swordsmen nigh.
When battle filled the air;
And in the darkened hours of night
Hath fled in wild despair.
We fall upon the Saxon's nest
Like thunder from the sky;
The sickly Southron starts from rest
To see our swordsmen nigh.
Chorus:
Then drain with a shout the bowl;
For at sorrow and care we mock!
Ho! Drink, till the thunders roll
On the morn of Ragnarok!
Then drain with a shout the bowl;
For at sorrow and care we mock!
Ho! Drink, till the thunders roll
On the morn of Ragnarok!
We sail before the rising blast,
We rule the stormy wave
Our bounding barks are staunch, and fast;
Our hearts are bold and brave.
We rule the stormy wave
Our bounding barks are staunch, and fast;
Our hearts are bold and brave.
