Norlandic Drinking Song

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Norlandic Drinking song
Gather 'round ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while,
And harken to me mournful tale about the kraggen Isle.
Let's all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone,
And lift our voices in a 'nother Norlandic drinkin' song.
 
Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox,
Me brother drank the whiskey till he wound up in a box.
Me other brother in the troubles met with his demise,
Me sister has forever closed her smilin' nordic eyes.
 
Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
We'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light,
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again.
 
Pete was killed in Petrus and Hans he died in Haense,
Johan from Johannesburg died out in the Derry air.
Shannon jumped into the river Shannon back in June,
Urnie fell into the urn and Tom is in the Tomb.
 
"Cleanliness is godliness," me Uncle Frey would sing,
He broke his neck a-slippin' on a bar of Nordic Spring.
Hakon he was eighty, 'tho his bride was just a pup,
He died upon the honeymoon when she got his swordsmen up.
 
Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
We'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light,
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again.
 
Uther fought with Erik near the cliffs of old vardeen,
He took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen.
Crazy Uncle Edvard thought he was a leprechaun,
But in fact he's just a leper and his arms and legs are gone.
 
When Charles broke his neck, it was a cryin' shame,
He wasn't really Nordic, but Dreadlandic he became.
Johnny crossed the road and by a cart he was hit,
But he was just a Horen so nobody gave a ****.
 
Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
We'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light,
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again.
 
Me drunken Uncle Walder tried to ride home from the bar,
The road rose up to meet him when he fell out of the cart.
Irony was what befell me Great Grand Uncle Brand,
He choked upon the very last potato in the land.
 
Bjorn lived in Felsen, he used to smuggle arms,
Until the Legion killed him and cut off his lucky charms.
And dear old Father Gregory who left the Lord's employ,
Drunk on sacramental wine beneath the altar boy.
 
Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
We'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light,
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again.
 
Someday soon I'll leave this world of pain and toil and sin,
The Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin.
Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you,
He kills that blasted onesie crew and Victoria Ruric too.
 
Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried,
We'll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we'll drink some more.
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin' light,
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again,
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again,
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinkin' once again.
 

[Malgonious 2758]

"I AIENT OLD," a now increasingly senile Hakon would shout from the rooftops of the Krag.

 

[overlord2305 202]

43 minutes ago, SuperDuckyGamer said:

"You sing this, but I don't see anyone drinking!" A woman calls from her empty tavern in Norland.

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"Thats because only men drink, and there are only dogs in Norland!" Someone calls from Lorraine

[Narthok 10416]

8 hours ago, overlord2305 said:

"Thats because only men drink, and there are only dogs in Norland!" Someone calls from Lorraine

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Then why do I always see you sullking around Norland, Arthas would respond to the telepathic communications from the Heavily Populated Lorraine capital of Metz.

[Cya 440]

A young dark elf would come in with a loud smirk and stand on a table, "I got one to drink to," he'd say as he'd grab a small guitar that was on his back as he'd begin to strum he'd sign, "There once was a man named Artyom,The King who lost the Krag, he rolled around in a wheelchair always very sad, The man would sit in the cyrpts and talk to his dead dad, or maybe his dad is still alive doesn't matter a tad. The king who lost the Krag! THE KING WHO LOST THE KRAG! Everyone fear the dwarves are near the king Oh,who lost the Krag oh Artyom you lost the Krag something that couldn't have been done, well seems the dwarves have finally won." @TankM1A2 @ElementalGamer

[TankM1A2 840]

5 minutes ago, HavocHunter33 said:

A young dark elf would come in with a loud smirk and stand on a table, "I got one to drink to," he'd say as he'd grab a small guitar that was on his back as he'd begin to strum he'd sign, "There once was a man named Artyom,The King who lost the Krag, he rolled around in a wheelchair always very sad, The man would sit in the cyrpts and talk to his dead dad, or maybe his dad is still alive doesn't matter a tad. The king who lost the Krag! THE KING WHO LOST THE KRAG! Everyone fear the dwarves are near the king Oh,who lost the Krag oh Artyom you lost the Krag something that couldn't have been done, well seems the dwarves have finally won." @TankM1A2 @ElementalGamer

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"Shut up, your blubbering imbecile." says King Artyom