Ale Mead and Wine by Gwydion Lyrics
Pewter mug clunk, with metallic hard clamor
Happiness that rides, announcing drunken men
The tips of their tongues, singing songs of glamor
Sweeping and killing, of an empty mind again
A final mug of amber ale, is planned
Roars at distance, a heavy burp sound
Before the marching horde sweeps the land
The intruder suffers through sword... Proud!
Ale, mead and wine
Crack open old tales
Ale, mead and wine
From the barrel, pours details
May Maelgwn of Mona, be smitten by mead
From the foaming mead horns, pure liquid indeed
Mеad distilled, praise the sparkling, drunk of joy
Which thе bees collected and do not enjoy
Free Elphin from exile, arrested, confined
The man who gave me, ale, mead and wine
And the great princely steeds, strong and possessed
Elphinian knight of mead, late be thy time to rest
Burn the day in fired up thirst
That erases the feel of emotions stink
Hidden inside of a curdling drink
The provocative of the drunkard, is drunkenness
Stunned he stand
And stood?
A strength, not from him
Swirling on the head
The tipsy king
Stumbles his way
Through the ancient hall
He slices to victory
Let it be brought from the cell
Let it be brought before kings
Ale, mead and wine
Empty heart and mind
Ale, mead and wine
From a jug grow a spine
Happiness that rides, announcing drunken men
The tips of their tongues, singing songs of glamor
Sweeping and killing, of an empty mind again
A final mug of amber ale, is planned
Roars at distance, a heavy burp sound
Before the marching horde sweeps the land
The intruder suffers through sword... Proud!
Ale, mead and wine
Crack open old tales
Ale, mead and wine
From the barrel, pours details
May Maelgwn of Mona, be smitten by mead
From the foaming mead horns, pure liquid indeed
Mеad distilled, praise the sparkling, drunk of joy
Which thе bees collected and do not enjoy
Free Elphin from exile, arrested, confined
The man who gave me, ale, mead and wine
And the great princely steeds, strong and possessed
Elphinian knight of mead, late be thy time to rest
Burn the day in fired up thirst
That erases the feel of emotions stink
Hidden inside of a curdling drink
The provocative of the drunkard, is drunkenness
Stunned he stand
And stood?
A strength, not from him
Swirling on the head
The tipsy king
Stumbles his way
Through the ancient hall
He slices to victory
Let it be brought from the cell
Let it be brought before kings
Ale, mead and wine
Empty heart and mind
Ale, mead and wine
From a jug grow a spine