Z 628 King Arthur I, 9: ­ "I call ye all to Woden's hall". lyrics

HONOUR

I call ye all

to Woden's hall;

your temples round,

with ivy bound,

in goblets crown'd,

and plenteous bowls of burnish'd gold.

Where you shall laugh,

and dance, and quaff

the juice, that makes the Britons bold.

CHORUS

To Woden’s Hall all,

All to Woden’s Hall,

Where in plenteous Bowls of burnish’d gold,

We shall laugh

And dance and quaff

The juice that makes the Britons bold.