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Like vikings, we awaitThe grim, ungarlanded carouseWe keep to-night with Fate.
Ho, gamesters of the pampered court!What stakes are those at strife?Your thousands are but paltry sportTo them that play for life.You risk doubloons, and hold your breath,Win groats, and wax elate;But we throw loaded dice with Death,And call the turn on Fate.
The kings of earth are crowned with care,Their poets wail and sigh;Our music is to do and dare,Our empire is to die.Against the storm we fling our gleeAnd shout, till Time abateThe exultation of the sea,The fearful joy of Fate.

THE WAR-SONG OF GAMELBAR.

Bowmen, shout for Gamelbar!Winds, unthrottle the wolves of war!Heave a breathAnd dare a deathFor the doom of Gamelbar!Wealth for Gamel,Wine for Gamel,Crimson wine for Gamelbar!

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