The Wedding-Trip of Jarl Alvar Rafn.
ᚦᚱᛂᚴᚢᛘ ᛒᛁᚮᚱ ᛆᚦ ᛒᚱᛆᚵᚦᛂ
ᚢᚱ ᛒᛁᚢᚴᚢᛁᚦᚢᛘ ᚼᛆᚢᛋᛆ
The lightning grew pale,And the thunder was dumb,As if the old devilIn person had come,When in vengeance and furyThe Death-raven black,The Vikingir AlvarCame sweeping the track."Great Odin, thou storm-god!Crack on with our ship!We are off on a batter,Hurrah! let her rip!"So the wild pirate shoutedIn madness and scorn,While down went the liquorAnd round went the horn. So all hands, as you see, kept a good head of steam on!
By the sea, by the mountain,On Norway's strand,
