Songs from Vagabondia — The Outlaw

THE OUTLAW.

Oh, let my lord laugh in his halls When 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 farm And 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 hot laugh so bold.

The shame he chuckles as he shows This 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!