“Once a jolly Norseman camped on the snowy plains,
Under the shade of a hooligan tree,
And he sang as he watched and waited till his reindeer charred,
"Who'll come a-playing some Bloodbowl with me?
Playing some Bloodbowl, playing some Bloodbowl,
Who'll come a-playing some Bloodbowl with me?"
And he sang as he watched and waited till his reindeer charred,
"Who'll come a-playing some Bloodbowl with me?"

Down came the Crashers to travel past the snowy plains,
Up jumped the Norseman and grabbed them with glee,
And he sang as he played some Bloodbowl with that Bloodbowl-team,
"You'll come a-playing some Bloodbowl with me!
Playing some Bloodbowl, playing some Bloodbowl,
You'll come a-playing some Bloodbowl with me!"
And he sang as he played some Bloodbowl with that Bloodbowl-team,
"You'll come a-playing some Bloodbowl with me!"

Up rode a blitzer, never call him dildo-head,
Down came the linemen, one, two, three,
"We're no little Norse team, though our Ogre isn't here,
You'll come a-playin' some Bloodbowl with me!
Playing some Bloodbowl, playing some Bloodbowl,
You'll come a-playing some Bloodbowl with me!
We're no little Norse team, though our Ogre isn't here,
You'll come a-playing some Bloodbowl with me!"

Up jumped the Norseman and ran across the snowy plains,
"You'll never score against me!" said he;
And the crunches were heard as he piled onto that other team,
"You'll come a-playing some Bloodbowl with me!
Playing some Bloodbowl, Playing some Bloodbowl,
You'll come a-playing some Bloodbowl with me!"
And the crunches were heard as he piled onto that other team,
"You'll come a-playing some Bloodbowl with me!"”