THE WEDDING-TRIP OF JARL ALVAR RAFN.
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But where flames were loud roaring
With Death by his side,
Rose the giant Jarl Alvar,
In glory and pride.
"We have thrashed them to flinders
And knocked 'em from time!
Brenhilda, thou white one
Say—isn't it prime?"
While the Northmen
all round took a drink from their helmets.
With Death by his side,
Rose the giant Jarl Alvar,
In glory and pride.
"We have thrashed them to flinders
And knocked 'em from time!
Brenhilda, thou white one
Say—isn't it prime?"
While the Northmen
all round took a drink from their helmets.
"The men are all murdered,
The town all aflame;
And we've bagged all the pewter;
Let's slope whence we came!
And under a full head
Of glory we go:
No scald now, thank Braga!
Can chalk us as 'slow.'
To our Death Dragon hasten:
How stately and light
She rides the bright Belt
Of the Daughter of Night!
And be glad! for our voyage
Full plainly hath shown
That the gods, when we 're pious,
Look after their own."
So they took one good
horn, and went off in the Dragon
The town all aflame;
And we've bagged all the pewter;
Let's slope whence we came!
And under a full head
Of glory we go:
No scald now, thank Braga!
Can chalk us as 'slow.'
To our Death Dragon hasten:
How stately and light
She rides the bright Belt
Of the Daughter of Night!
And be glad! for our voyage
Full plainly hath shown
That the gods, when we 're pious,
Look after their own."
So they took one good
horn, and went off in the Dragon
