“Skaal Thorsen! skaal Tom Engelsk! skaal for the British navy!”
“Rule, Britannia!” shouted Tom. Jacob went on—
“We will begin with the wooing:
She brushed and—”
Here a general chorus—
“To the brim, young men! fill it up! fill again!
Drain! drain, young men!—’tis to Norway you drain.
Your fathers have sown it,
Your fields they have grown it;
Then quaff it, young men! for he’ll be the strongest