THE WEDDING-TRIP OF JARL ALVAR RAFN.
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"The deck is blood-painted—
A wound, all the bay—
While round rage the sea-wolves
And fight for their prey.
Brenhilda! land-maiden!
Look up, and you'll find
How the Raven can 'go it,'
When once he's inclined.
See these skulls! how I split 'em!
These throats how I slice;
And all for thy sake, love!
Thou pearl beyond price!"
So the fight being over
they all went and liquored.
A wound, all the bay—
While round rage the sea-wolves
And fight for their prey.
Brenhilda! land-maiden!
Look up, and you'll find
How the Raven can 'go it,'
When once he's inclined.
See these skulls! how I split 'em!
These throats how I slice;
And all for thy sake, love!
Thou pearl beyond price!"
So the fight being over
they all went and liquored.
"The Valkyries scream
For the souls of the dead,
While Balder, the Sun-God,
Shines down on our head!"
So, like good, pious fellows.
They knelt on the deck,
And thanked the great gods
That their foe was a wreck.
For on points of religion
Great Alvar was "strict,"
And always "held prayers"
When a ship had been licked.
On a prisoner they found,
By unanimous vote,
They first carved the eagle,
And then cut his throat;
Then, church being over,
adjourned for refreshment.
For the souls of the dead,
While Balder, the Sun-God,
Shines down on our head!"
So, like good, pious fellows.
They knelt on the deck,
And thanked the great gods
That their foe was a wreck.
For on points of religion
Great Alvar was "strict,"
And always "held prayers"
When a ship had been licked.
On a prisoner they found,
By unanimous vote,
They first carved the eagle,
And then cut his throat;
Then, church being over,
adjourned for refreshment.
And over the ocean
And over the foam,
Like a shot from a shovel
The Vikingirs come.
Loud roared the wild tempest,
Loud roared the mad sea,
And over the foam,
Like a shot from a shovel
The Vikingirs come.
Loud roared the wild tempest,
Loud roared the mad sea,
