My son's first time in the shieldwall
Our numbers made hardly a fence
But a few drinks filled his legs up with iron
And he was laughing himself out of sense!
The lady, she asked me for flowers
Something to leave her feeling alright...
So I cracked open a jug of that juice of the Heather
And I was raising her spirits all night!
Drink and be merry my brothers!
Drink for the good and the bad!
And always remember, when death calls us home
There is still more drink to be had!