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Paddy the Scot
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Hordeland
Mar 2001
time: 14:35
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hahahahaha  cheeky bugger 
JUDY, kegs babe
Raz and I need to get so drunk that we are not sure if you are standing or running around with ........
tell them there wenches we need to run a muk 
this here night the senate have sat, and we are famished for good viking hospitality
so bring it on lass
whaddya say Raz, Juggs all round
ahh sweet ale
hot steaks on the hot rocks
lovely gals
paradise on earth
{and as the patrons enjoyed the hours into the night, various people broke into song. yet the one most requested was young Natasha and her rendition of the Valkeries Song}
Alone by the fire, a warrior I knew
Told me this tale, and I pray it is true.
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From far Ansteorra our dragon-ship came
To fight for good Halidar on Lilied plain
My sword I had lent seeking honor and fame
Or Odin's great hall in the fray
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We charged into battle, the sun beating high
Our battle-horns sounding a victory nigh
Our spears crossed their arrows like hawks in the sky
Leaving many men dead on the way
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Sing me no songs of angels I pray
For a Valkyrie found me in battle that day
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The battle was long and the sun was like fire
The heat drove us down like a funeral pire
Though many I'd slain, now my bloodlust did tire
Struck down by the heat of the day
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The battle moved onward from where I was laid
I drew of my helmet to rest in the shade
When a soft even tread, like the wind in a glade
Brought a daughter of Asgard my way
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Sing me no songs of angels I pray
For a Valkyrie found me in battle that day
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She gave me cool drink 'till my wits came again
Be fore I could speak she was gone like the wind
Had I but died, I could follow her then
But I lay with the living that day
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Long I did search, a full year I have mourned
And told all my brothers this love I have bourne
But she is of Asgard, and I of this shore
So here with my brothers I stay
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Sing me no songs of angels I pray
For a Valkyrie found me in battle that day
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True to this dream like the tale I have told
Close to my heart, a small pouch I still hold
And in it a lock of her hair pure as gold
This I carry to battle this day
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Alone by the fire
A warrior I knew
Told me this tale
And I pray it is true.....
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08-04-2004 11:24
!!! So it may take a bit.
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