| From glorious battle, our heroes return
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| Swords chipped from bone, shields cracked and worn
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| A victory with them bring, so our heroes sing:
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| Hailsa! |
| My friend, war is at end! |
| We’ll drink wine to our glory.
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| Hey! |
| Let us drink till we die!
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| Hailsa! |
| My brother, sit by my side.
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| We’ll drink ale by the fire
|
| Hey! |
| Let us drink till we die!
|
| Swords stained with blood, spears splintered from war
|
| From glorious battle, our heroes return
|
| Swords chipped from bone, shields cracked and worn
|
| A victory with them bring, so our heroes sing:
|
| Hailsa! |
| My friend, war is at end! |
| We’ll drink wine to our glory.
|
| Hey! |
| Let us drink till we die!
|
| Hailsa! |
| My brother, sit by my side.
|
| We’ll drink ale by the fire
|
| Hey! |
| Let us drink till we die! |