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Jim Johnston's Norsery Rhymes


 

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Three Blind Aes

Three blind Aes, see how they fight!
They all ran after the jotun's wife
Who cut off their heads with a runic blight,
Did you ever see such a star in the night
As three blind Aes?

Baa Baa Red Goat

Baa, baa, red goat,
Have you any milk?
Yes, Thor, yes, Thor,
Three pails like silk;

One for the watcher
And one for the Hall
And one for the little troll
Who plays with the ball!


Thor and Sif

Thor and Sif went up the cliff
To find a grand new cavern
Thor went huff for a little puff
And Sif fetched up in the tavern.

Up Thor got, and home did trot,
As fast as he could lollop,
To wise old Hod, who healed his bod
With vinegar and codswallop.


Three Little Jotuns

Three little jotuns they lost their buttons
And they began to cry,
Oh, Mutti dear, we sadly fear
That we have lost our buttons.

What! Lost your buttons, you naughty jotuns!
Then you shall have no fun!
Fee-fie, fee-fie, fee-fie.
No, you shall have no fun.

The three little jotuns they found their buttons,
And they began to cry,
Oh, Mutti dear, see here, see here,
For we have found our buttons.

Close up your buttons, you silly jotuns,
And you shall have some fun.
Fie, fee, fie, fee, fie, fee,
Oh, let us have some fun.

The three little jotuns closed up their buttons,
And soon began some fun;
Oh, Mutti dear, we greatly fear
That we have split our buttons.

What! Split your buttons, you naughty jotuns!
Then they began to sigh.
Fee-fie, fee-fie, fee-fie.
Then they began to sigh.

The three little jotuns they sealed their buttons,
And wore them on their knee;
Oh, Mutti dear, do you not hear
That we have sealed our buttons?

What! Sealed your buttons, then you're good jotuns,
But I hear the Valkyrie.
Fie, fee, fie-fee, fie, fee,
We hear the Valkyrie.


Hod Be Careful

Hod be careful
Hod be wary
Hod jump over
The cassowary


Where Would Ymir Go?

If all Midgard were hoarfrost
And all the whale-road snow
If all the trolls were on patrol
Then where would Ymir go?


Consequences

There was an Aes climbed Yggdrasil
When he looked down, then he felt ill.

There was a crow sat on a stone,
When he was gone, then Thought was alone.

There was an old Aes did eat an apple,
When she ate two, she ate a couple.

There was a ship on the ocean wave
The rowers rowed free, not one was a slave.

There was a Frost-Giant cut his thumb
When it did bleed, then snow did come.

There was a servant ran a race
Against his horse, who came in first place.

There was a miller grinding corn
With a bun in the oven, bread was born.

There was a blacksmith, shoeing horses,
That ran their race on all the courses.

There was a longship went a-Viking
Sailing here and there, at the skipper's liking.


Oki Loki

Okey Loki changed to a fly
Okey Loki flew up to the sky
all the poor Aesir
cursed the mistletoe bane,
couldn't bring Baldr to life again.


Good King Lif

Good King Lif
Woke up in a jiff
After the blast of Ragnarok;
He called for his stead
And he called for his bread
And he called for his brewer's hock.


Ding Dong Dwarf

Ding, dong, Dwarf,
Loki fell off the wharf.
Who pushed him in?
Odin, with a grin.

Who pulled him out?
Fenris, with a shout.
What a scurvy Aes was he
To try to soak our Uncle Lok

Who never let him in the joke
And let him play at Ragnarok.


Norse Counting Song

One, two
Ull's arrow flew;
Three, four,
Waken up Thor;

Five, six,
Loki at tricks;
Seven, eight,
Heimdall at gate;

Nine, ten,
Odin again;
Eleven, twelve,
The Dwarfs delve;

Thirteen, fourteen,
Thrud's a-courting;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Groa's witching;

Seventeen, eighteen,
Ragnarok's waiting;
Nineteen, twenty,
Fenrir's empty!


Heimdall the True

Heimdall the true,
Come blow your horn,
Your foe’s in the meadow,
Burning the corn;

But where is the man
Who will stand his ground?
He’s wearing his hauberk,
His heart his sound.

Will you fight him?
No, not I,
For if I do,
I’m sure to die.


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