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Winterhymn
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Alesong
Yes the winds of my homeland are cold And were so long 'fore I was born But you'll find no warmth by the fire But deep in a cup or a horn
Men may fight over plunder Kings may squabble for land But gold is just garbage and land is just dirt without a good ale in hand
Hrumdidadala, hrumdidadala, hrumdidadala Hrumdidadala, hrumdido, hey! hey! hey!
My son's first time in the shieldwall our numbers made hardly a fence Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com but a few drinks filled his legs up with iron and he was laughing himself out of sense
The lady, she asked me for flowers Something to leave her feeling alright So I cracked open a jug of that juice of the Heather And I was raising her spirits all night
Drink and be merry my brothers Drink for the good and the bad And always remember, when death calls us home There is still more drink to be had
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