Song Lyrics
chug another mug of mead
and another mug of mead
and another mug of mead
just fill my mug
we swig our brew
but we won t waste our evenings
Then we fill our mugs again, balmora blue tastes great to you, our throats are tired and thirsty
drinking mead in the halls of whiterun
There is just one drink we need, but here we like it plain
there is just one drink we need
Then we fill our mugs again, chug a mug of mead Mead, chug a mug of mead
Balmora blue tastes great to you, cause there s just one drink Miracle, feeling tired and feeling spent
Just fill my mug, chug a mug of mead Mead, that we will sink
Just fill my mug, we swig our brew Mead, and another mug of mead
and another mug of mead
But we won t waste our evenings, to another dead dragon
You can keep your filthy skooma, drinking mead in the halls of whiterun, the maidens and the men
That cyrodilic brandy, so sturdy and so stout
Chug a mug of mead, chug another mug of mead Miracle, that cyrodilic brandy
cause when we raise our flagon
Chug another mug of mead, until the day we die, drinking mead in the halls of whiterun
Chug a mug of mead, until we spew, chug another mug of mead
And another mug of mead, you can keep your filthy skooma, there is just one drink we need
just fill my mug
Of hunting and of war, and another mug of mead, cause there s just one drink
Chug another mug of mead, and another mug of mead
Chug another mug of mead, drinking mead in the halls of whiterun, but here we like it plain
So sturdy and so stout, balmora blue tastes great to you
Just fill my mug, our throats are tired and thirsty Miracle, you can keep your filthy skooma
it makes our bellies bleed
To another dead dragon, until we spew
to another dead dragon
that cyrodilic brandy
until we spew
it makes our bellies bleed
Until the day we die, we re merry men of skyrim, there is just one drink we need
Our throats are tired and thirsty, cause when we raise our flagon
Till you fall down, chug another mug of mead, chug another mug of mead
You can keep your filthy skooma, until we spew
until we spew
of hunting and of war
Too fruity for these tongues, can let your throats run dry
Chug a mug of mead, we re merry men of skyrim
Chug a mug of mead, we ll drink and sing and shout
chug a mug of mead
You can keep your filthy skooma, till you fall down nord mead