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My woman she is but a pretty little thing / Just as fine as you ever did see
Eyes dark as ravens, breath as the wind / Skin pale as the moon has she
But beauty the measure of her temper is / That first she kept concealed
A will like the grasp of iron she has; / I discovered when the knot was sealed

Hey! Hey!
The battle's my call. Six feet tall at the shoulder.
And she’ll never tame my drinking ways / No matter how many times I’ve told her!

Now I oft come home as sun doth rise / Four and twenty ales inside
I’d rather the swords of a thousand men / To the mercy of my bride
I may be partial to a maid or two / When the beers have took their toll
If she finds me out, and she surely will / I’ll be sleeping out in the snow

Hey! Hey! ...

In Peace! / In War! / I set my oath by heathen lore
By Sail! / By Oar! / ‘Pon the waves or ‘pon the shore
No Drink! / No Whore! / Could still my heart forever more
By Axe! / By Sword! / The women are worth fighting for

I go out feasting with my brothers / When a battle has been won
Where mead shall run and daughters come / With which to make my merry fun
Though I tell her she won’t understand / That I like all who walk this land
Have needs and vices near at hand / My crime – to be a mortal man