1. The bard sang at a gathering
And kept getting slapped until he was mute

2. We kept teasing him with impudence
And the ruffian kept on until he fell asleep

3. So I sang him away from harm
When his joints were about to come apart

4. His cheeks twisted and contorted
As a shriveled weed twists and contorts

5. Greetings to you, foul-smelling father
For I count you among the accursed