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At Drontheim, Olaf the King / Heard the bells of Yule-tide ring, / As he sat in his banquet-hall, / Drinking the nut-brown ale, / With his bearded Berserks hale / And tall.
Three days his Yule-tide feasts / He held with Bishops and Priests, / And his horn filled up to the brim; / But the ale was never too strong, / Nor the Saga-man's tale too long, / For him.