We're merry men of Skyrim
so sturdy and so stout
When the day is done
when it's time for fun
we'll drink and sing and shout
You weak-livered milk drinkers
can let your throats run dry
'cause there's just one drink
that we will sink
until the day we die
Drinking mead
in the halls of Whiterun
the maidens and the men
We swig our brew
until we spew
then we fill our mugs again
You can keep your filthy Skooma
it makes our bellies bleed
'Cause when we raise our flagon
to another dead dragon
there is just one drink we need
Nord mead
Nord mead
Chug a mug of mead
and another mug of mead
Chug another mug of mead
till you fall down
Chug a mug of mead
and another mug of mead
Chug another mug of mead
warrior
After the long hard days
of hunting and of war
our throats are tired and thirsty
and our bodies drenched in gore
But we won't waste our evenings
feeling tired and feeling spent
We perk right up
when we breathe in
that wholesome honey scent
That Cyrodilic Brandy
too fruity for these tongues
You can keep
your fancy Alto Wine
it tastes like horker dung
Balmora Blue
tastes great to you
but here we like it plain
Just fill my mug
with the mighty jug
of honey heart and grain
Drinking mead
in the halls of Whiterun
the maidens and the men
We swig our brew
until we spew
then we fill our mugs again
You can keep your filthy Skooma
it makes our bellies bleed
'Cause when we raise our flagon
to another dead dragon
there is just one drink we need
Nord mead
Nord mead
Nord mead
Chug a mug of mead
and another mug of mead
Chug another mug of mead
till you fall down
Chug a mug of mead
and another mug of mead
Chug another mug of mead
warrior