As down the glen, one early morn,
At a tourney fair and high,
There came mad lines of drunken men,
In armor passed me by;
Oh, half and some from the Kingdom come,
And some were Hordesmen, too!
Said one going by, with a winking eye:
"They've been sipping on the Tulley Dew!"
As back thru the camp I took a tramp,
And my heart with grief was sore,
To see Viking men worship toilet bowls,
Instead of the Great God Thor;
Oh, hours they moan with weapons thrown,
And they utter strange war-cries new;