The Drunkard's Weird
©Robert Fitzmorgan (Gordon Scott Fridenberg) and Thorvad Egilsson
Picked up the horn when I was young.
And I will drink until I'm old.
Drunk in a Mead Hall.
If I stand I will fall.
Why must the privy be outside?
When in a hall where mead flows free.
Then I will drink till I can't see.
If from my seat I fall.
Then towards the mead I'll crawl.
Tap all the kegs and drain them dry
When warriors sail accross the sea.
Bring not the sword or spear for me.
You ride the swift sea-steed
I'll stay and guard the mead.
Fear not you need not hurry back.
Let me drink mead until I die.
Let Odin call me from on high.
When the All-Father calls.
I'll drink in Vahall's halls.
From a mead horn that's never dry.
Robert's note: Master Evar Battleskald has written one of the finest filks I've ever heard in "The Warrior's Weird". While traveling to an event recently, Ld. Thorvald Egilsson and I were talking about the song, but neither of us knew all the words. In true bardic fashion we made up our own. When we reached the event we promptly cornered Ulf Gunnarsson and sang it for him. Then he taught us the real words.
I do not know who wrote the original tune that this is based on, but it is a song I used to hear in church called, I believe, "Sing Hallelujah to the Lord"