Beer club bluegrass

In Holar's quaint village, 'neath Skagafjörður's light, Bearded professors gather, as day turns into night. With brews in hand, they laugh and jest, Feasting on horse-meat, the village's best. Chorus: Oh, brew and barbecue, under Iceland's sky so clear, With sheep and goats a'bleating, and polar bears near. Professor Bjarni, with his beard so wide, Took a sip of polar beer, with a tipsy stride. He danced with goats and sang with sheep, Till he fell asleep, in a slumber deep. Chorus: Oh, brew and barbecue, under Iceland's sky so clear, With sheep and goats a'bleating, and polar bears near. The northern lights danced, as they brewed their ale, Tales of arctic seas, each one would regale. With a clink of glasses, and a hearty cheer, They toasted to Holar, their home so dear. Chorus: Oh, brew and barbecue, under Iceland's sky so clear, With sheep and goats a'bleating, and polar bears near. So here's to the professors, with their beards so grand, Brewing and barbecuing, with a merry band. In Holar's embrace, they find their cheer, With a pint of beer, and friends so dear. Chorus: Oh, brew and barbecue, under Iceland's sky so clear, With sheep and goats a'bleating, and polar bears near.