Misc Originals – Darren Fleming - How Sverin Stole Valdrs Beard (Guitar)

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Long ago in times of yore,

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In hall both stout and strong.

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Sat Valdr Stormlord, wise and brave,

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With auburn beard so long.

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Until one day the Trickster god,

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Bold Sverin is his name,

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Bored and seeking for some sport,

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Conspired to Valdr's shame.

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Oh Sverin is the god of pranks,

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Discord and silly farce.

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And ware should he grow bored you see,

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He'll kick you in the arse!

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Brave Valdr did so love his beard,

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Its golden locks did shine.

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No man or god would dare to boast,

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Of whiskers near so fine!

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Oh, twas at the end of evening feast,

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When ale and mead were flowin'.

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That Valdr's beard caught Sverin's eye,

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Amidst the embers glowin'

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So challenged he the thunder god,

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To drink a tub ale.

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Whomever first to drain the cask,

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Should certainly prevail.

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Oh Sverin is the god of pranks,

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Discord and silly farce.

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And ware should he grow bored you see,

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He'll kick you in the arse!

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By Sybil's spear! Bold Valdr cried,

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Snatched up his horn to drink.

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I'll have this ale drunk oh so quick,

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Take caution not to blink!

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So too did Sverin grab his horn,

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And both set to contest,

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Show their strength and mettle so,

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Who really was the best!

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And while both gods dipped deep their horns,

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To swill their barrels dry,

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None did glimpse the wicked grin,

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Of Sverin, he so sly.

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For Sverin is the god of pranks,

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Discord and silly farce.

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And ware should he grow bored you see,

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He'll kick you in the arse!

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Whilst Valdr slaked his mighty thirst,

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With ale so brown and sweet,

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The trickster god had switched his cask,

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Twas water did he drink!

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Soon Valdr had consumed the lot,

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And staggered to his bunk.

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Having drained a cask of ale,

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The Thunder god was drunk!

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Into his room did Sverin creep,

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To Valdr's bedside where,

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With flash of sharpened razor did,

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He shave off every hair!

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Oh Sverin is the god of pranks,

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Discord and silly farce.

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And ware should he grow bored you see,

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He'll kick you in the arse!

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With golden shanks clenched in his fist,

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The trickster god took flight,

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From Valdr's bedroom window there,

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Afore the morning light.

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Awoke in anger Valdr did,

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His chin so bare and pale.

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In fury swore that soon would he,

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Such vengeance to assail.

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But to this day sly Sverin laughs,

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At the thunder god's disgrace.

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And every night does Valdr rage,

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So naked is his face!

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Oh Sverin is the god of pranks,

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Discord and silly farce.

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And ware should he grow bored you see,

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He'll kick you in the arse!

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Yes he'll kick you in the arse!