De La Grande Bibliotheque de Tamriel
The day’s left me beaten, I can’t stand no more
My barn caught on fire, my good breeches tore
My lady love left me, walked right out the door
But I know a secret to fix me for sure!
What is the thing that an ailing Nord needs?
Just one more mead!
I’ll head to the tavern and buy me a drink
I’ll cloud up my head until I can’t think
All warm by the fire I’ll sigh and I’ll sink
And, oh, all the problems are gone in a blink
I’ll drink 'til my head hurts, I’ll shout and I’ll sing:
Just one more mead!
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