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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!
He's lord of many a burg and farm / And mickle thralls and gold, / And I am but my own right arm, / My dwelling-place the wold. / But when we twain meet face to face, / He will hot laugh so bold.
The shame he chuckles as he shows / This time he need not tell; / I'll give his body to the crows, / And his black soul to Hell. / For he that laughs the last, lads, / Laughs well, laughs well!