Chorus:—­Oh, sleep for a knave,
         With his sins in the sod! 
         And death for the brave,
         With his glory up to God! 
         And joy for the girl,
         And ease for the churl! 
         But the great game of war
         For our lord Gamelbar,
         Gamelbar!

Spearmen, shout for Gamelbar,
With his Saxon thirty score! 
Heave a sword
For our overlord,
Lord of warriors, Gamelbar! 
Life for Gamel,
Love for Gamel,
Lady-loves for Gamelbar!

Horsemen, shout for Gamelbar! 
Swim the ford and climb the scaur! 
Heave a hand
For the maiden land,
The maiden land of Gamelbar! 
Glory for Gamel,
Gold for Gamel,
Yellow gold for Gamelbar!

Armorers for Gamelbar,
Rivet and forge and fear no scar! 
Heave a hammer
With anvil clamor,
To weld and brace for Gamelbar! 
Ring for Gamel! 
Rung for Gamel!
Ring-rung-ring for Gamelbar!

Yeomen, shout for Gamelbar,
And his battle-hand in war! 
Heave his pennon;
Cheer his men on,
In the ranks of Gamelbar! 
Strength for Gamel,
Song for Gamel,
One war-song for Gamelbar!

Roncliffe, shout for Gamelbar! 
Menthorpe, Bryan, Castelfar! 
Heave, Thorparch
Of the Waving Larch,
And Spofford’s thane, for Gamelbar! 
Blaise for Gamel,
Brame for Gamel,
Rougharlington for Gamelbar!

Maidens; strew for Gamelbar
Roses down his way to war! 
Heave a handful,
Fill the land full
Of your gifts to Gamelbar! 
Dream of Gamel,
Dance for Gamel,
Dance in the halls for Gamelbar!

Servitors, shout for Gamelbar! 
Roast the ox and stick the boar! 
Heave a bone
To gaunt Harone,
The great war-hound of Gamelbar! 
Mead for Gamel,
Mirth for Gamel,
Mirth at the board for Gamelbar!

Trumpets, speak for Gamelbar! 
Blare as ye never blared before! 
Heave a bray
In the horns to-day,
The red war-horns of Gamelbar! 
To-night for Gamel,
The North for Gamel,
With fires on the hills for Gamelbar!

Shout for Gamel, Gamelbar,
Till your throats can shout no more! 
Heave a cry
As he rideth by,
Sons of Orm, for Gamelbar! 
Folk for Gamel,
Fame for Gamel,
Years and fame for Gamelbar!

Chorus:—­Oh, sleep for a knave
         With his sins in the sod! 
         And death for the brave,
         With his glory up to God! 
         And joy for the girl,
         And ease for the churl! 
         But the great game of war
         For our lord Gamelbar,
         Gamelbar!

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!