Rush around the drinking hall
And fill our mugs with skoog!
With starry eyes and battle cries,
We’ll all be wasted soon!

Black Rice is such a hardy grain
That most find hard to chew,
But that same grain that most decry
Gets brewed to mighty skoog!

This black drink was made for drol,
Keeps all so spry and green,
Make tusks grow long and voices strong,
Skoog’s praises we shall sing!

Rush around the drinking hall
And fill our mugs with skoog!
With starry eyes and battle cries,
We’ll all be wasted soon!

All enjoy a frothy mug
At the ending of the day,
When time comes for stories told,
Skoog takes us far away!

Weary shamans, old warriors,
Wives, husbands, siblings too,
All gather round to drown their frowns
And share a mug of skoog!

Rush around the drinking hall
And fill our mugs with skoog!
With starry eyes and battle cries,
We’ll all be wasted soon!

Salty words and boastful claims
Soon start up a fight!
So pile in, ‘cause lose or win,
The skoog lasts through the night!

Tables split and chairs are thrown,
The hall rumbles with glee,
Justice served and lessons learned,
Now share some skoog with me!

Rush around the drinking hall
And fill our mugs with skoog!
With starry eyes and battle cries,
We’ll all be wasted soon!

The spigot drips, the black flow halts,
Our mugs have all run dry.
The joyous racket settles
As we lament our lack of skoog…

So crack another barrel open,
We’ll all be wasted soon!