BS 41 Drinking Borealis Mead 
                                     Thorvald Grimsson 

From a bright new pavilion that looks very trim,
As it stands in the sun at the big eric's rim,
Come a fond loving couple with a smug little grin.
And we know what they've been doing there... (What?)

They were drinking Borealis Mead
It's the only drink that they will ever need
When they are sitting by the fire 
With a glass of heart's desire
It will raise their spirits higher
Let us all join in the choir
When we're drinking Borealis Mead
When we're drinking Borealis Mead

There's a young fighter facing his very first Duke,
But his helm spins around twice when he gets his rebuke,
As we do off his armour, now the sight makes us puke,
But we know we can soon bring him round... (How?) 

With a drink of Borealis Mead
It's the only drink that he will ever need
When he's sitting by the fire 
With a glass of heart's desire
It will raise his spirits higher
Let us all join in the choir
When we're drinking Borealis Mead
When we're drinking Borealis Mead

Now our courtyard, post-revel, is such a disgrace,
For the bodies are lying all over the place,
But roll one of them over, see the smile on her face,
And it's clear why she's lying out there... (Why?)

She was drinking Borealis Mead
It's the only drink that she will ever need
When she's are sitting by the fire 
With a glass of heart's desire
It will raise her spirits higher
Let us all join in the choir
When we're drinking Borealis Mead
When we're drinking Borealis Mead

Now the Baron has bungled a fine fricassee,
The rabbit is ruined, 'twas the wrong recipe,
Now he sleeps with his face in a small subtlety,
And we think he's been drinking again... (Oh!)

He was drinking Borealis Mead
It's the only drink that he will ever need
When they are sitting by the fire 
With a glass of heart's desire
It will raise his spirits higher
Let us all join in the choir
When we're drinking Borealis Mead
When we're drinking Borealis Mead

We sit under this tree in the cold springtime rain,
We're in mud to the waist but we're feeling no pain,
We are drenched to the skin, and our lute's filled with rain,
But we're warbling this carefree refrain... (Why?) 

We've been drinking Borealis Mead
It's the only drink that we will ever need
When we're sitting by the fire 
With a glass of heart's desire
It will raise their spirits higher
Let us all join in the choir
When we're drinking Borealis Mead
When we're drinking Borealis Mead

Performer(s) Thorvald Grimsson