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48 Songs That Every Child Should Know
When he at last was dying, He gave his realm away,
Gave all to his successor,
But the cup with him did stay.
He sat at his stately banquet,
Amid his knightly train, In his forefathers' castle,
That beetled o'er the main.
There stood the aged drinker,
His life's last draught quaffed he,
Then hurled the sacred goblet, Down, down within the sea.
He saw it whirling, falling,
In ocean sinking fast, His eyes closed as 't was sinking,
That draught, it was his last.
Words by Christian Winther. Music by Halfdan Kjerulf.