Now this Viking, named Bjorn
Was seen poking about
By a little old lady
Up late drinking Stout

Ow! Bjorn!, yelled the lady
(She'd met him before,
as a young lass when Bjorn
Came a-raiding before)

'Tis Yuletide, whatever
d'ye think that ye're doing,
Whilst the Yule log is burning
And I've venison stewing?