Who drinks of it deepest and sits at it longest.”

Jacob’s voice became audible, like a symphony, between the verses—

“She brushed and combed her golden hair,”—

when again rose up the wild chorus, overwhelming it under the volume of sound:

“To the brim, old men! fill it up! fill again!

Drain! drain, old men!—’tis to Norway you drain.

There’s health in the cup,—

Fill it up! fill it up!

And quaff it, old men! for he’ll live the longest

Who drinks of it deepest and likes it the strongest.”