As we the Berserk’s tale
Measured in cups of ale,
Draining the oaken pail,
Fill’d to o’erflowing.
“Once as I told in glee
Tales of the stormy sea,
Soft eyes did gaze on me,
Burning out tender;
And as the white stars shine
On the dark Norway pine,
As we the Berserk’s tale
Measured in cups of ale,
Draining the oaken pail,
Fill’d to o’erflowing.
“Once as I told in glee
Tales of the stormy sea,
Soft eyes did gaze on me,
Burning out tender;
And as the white stars shine
On the dark Norway pine,