Drink to the Sword

Drink to the Sword

Written by Ragnar Ulfgarson

Let’s drink to the sword that sings merry in battle

And drink to our foemen who gallantly die!

Let’s lift up our horns and drink deep ‘til tomorrow

Let’s drink up the mead ‘til the barrel runs dry!

And what shall we do when tomorrow comes early?

And what shall we do when tomorrow comes nigh?

We’ll take to the long ships and set the sail smartly.

We’ll take to the long ships and set the sail high.

And drink to the sword that sings merry in battle

And drink to our foemen who gallantly die!

Let’s lift up our horns and drink deep till tomorrow

Let’s drink deep the mead ‘til the barrel runs dry!

And what shall we do if a storm comes a squalling

With lightning and thunder and rain on the sea?

We’ll bail out water and lift up our voices

And sign with the hammer so Odin will see!

And drink to the sword that sings merry in battle

And drink to our foemen who gallantly die!

Let’s lift up our horns and drink deep till tomorrow

Let’s drink deep the mead ‘til the barrel runs dry!

And what shall we do when we land there in England

Beside a tall fortress so strong and so bold?

We’ll pound on our shields ‘til the walls are a crumbling

Then cut down the soldiers and take all the gold!

And drink to the sword that sings merry in battle

And drink to our foemen who gallantly die!

Let’s lift up our horns and drink deep till tomorrow

Let’s drink deep the mead ‘til the barrel runs dry!

And what shall we do if the soldiers are many

I’ve thousand or more will stand unafraid?

We’ll sing them a song with great smiles on our faces

For we are but merchants who have come here to trade!

And drink to the sword that sings merry in battle

And drink to our foemen who gallantly die!

Let’s lift up our horns and drink deep till tomorrow

Let’s drink deep the mead ‘til the barrel runs dry!