Songs from Vagabondia

by Bliss Carman and Richard Hovey




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 not laugh so bold.

The shame he chuckes 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!