Visen om Tæskeren (Original English version)

The Song of the Thresher:

Lyrics: Atkin

Weary we sailed from conquest
Victorious wild and free
Mouths were filled with salty blood
We needed the taste of ale and mead
A thirst so strong within us
Could we find drink in such quantity?
So we steered our vessels to Udgaard
With the giants tonight shall we feast merrily

Nothing is free in foul Jotunheim
Not even to those as mighty as we
First must be answered their challenge
And only in victory may we go free

Though few we were in number
Each had our own special skill
To pit our craft to the task laid before us
To conquer the enemies will
The smith first to step forward
And no drinker was mighty as he
And so he must empty an ale horn
As tall and as wide as an oaken tree

To finish in one, be the challenge
And he took up the vessel with glee
But the horn never seemed to run empty
Filled as it was with the sea
But our hero was every so thirsty
And no drinker as mighty as he
He finished the cup, in one massive sup
And gave thanks for his hosts courtesy!

Nothing is free in foul Jotunheim
Not even to those as mighty as we
First must be answered their challenge
And only in victory may we go free

Next to step up was the wordsmith
Who was nearly so tall as the sky
His task to lift but a cat off the floor
And then hold it there upon so high
A cat it was not, but a serpent disguised
And the one that doth circle the land
But pulled very hard, did the gangly bard
Held it higher than the trolls did demand

The gardener stood for the next one
A race set against memory
Though he promptly forgot, the crowd saw it not
Too much smoke was there for them to see
Next came the turn of the whistler
Who must consume more than the flames
But he ate very fast, from the first to the last
And he put even fire to shame

Last but not least was the thresher
And he was to wrestle with age
Though she wasn’t so fair, he still stripped her bare
Did not stop till his lust was assuaged
And the thunder he watched on in wonder
For he’d tried of these challenges ‘fore
Content with a beer, he spurred us on with a cheer
For such was the nature of Thor

Nothing was free in foul Jotunheim
Not even to those as mighty as we
First must be answered their challenge
And only in victory may we go free
We had a good time, in foul Jotunheim
Ale and food, and women and mead
It was more of a feast than a challenge
In glorious victory now we go free!