Songs from Vagabondia/The Outlaw

​THE OUTLAW.

Oh, let my lord laugh in his hallsWhen he the tale shall tell!But woe to Jarlwell and its walls ​When I shall laugh as well!And he that laughs the last, lads,Laughs well, laughs well!
He’s lord of many a burg and farmAnd mickle thralls and gold,And I am but my own right arm,My dwelling-place the wold.But when we twain meet face to face,He will not laugh so bold.
The shame he chuckles as he showsThis time he need not tell;I’ll give his body to the crows,And his black soul to Hell.For he that laughs the last, lads,Laughs well, laughs well!

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