"Ale Dragonfly"

Flitting like a dragonfly On the laps of stalwart warriors You made them humble and lamblike Meek like clay in the hands of potters Freshness combed your ginger curls You were life and soul of junket Kindly laid a linen cloth Under heads of fallen drunkards Offered bowls of heady drink Of enthrolling amber colour Then you carried our souls From tipsy bodies to Walhalla