It is Nansen and his men that laugh, boys.
Nothing to be heard at night but glasses’ clink, boys,
Fall of greasy cards and counters’ chink, boys;
If he won’t “declare,”
Nordahl he will swear
Bentzen is stupid as an owl, boys.
Bentzen cool, boys,
Is not a fool, boys;
“You’re another!” quickly he replies, boys.
Among those sitting at the table, boys,