CLINK ON ME ONLY WITH THY PIKE

By Sir Bela of Eastmarch

Clink on me only with thy pike
And I will seek chinks with mine;
Or cleave and miss, with shield awry,
And I will then whack thy spine.

Bloodthirstyness from the soul doth rise.
I'll chop thee from navel to chine.
Then take reward for victory
In plunder and in rapine.

Tune: 'Drink to me only with Thine Eyes'