Dwarves we am and dwarves we be,
drinkin and singin till dawn ye see,
down the chute, and out the flute,
till rocks our asses boot!
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Start Singing Here (With the first verse)
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A long time ago, way back before Dwarf Fort,
There was a smart young lad, with his little brother in toe,
They decided to settle down, and make a bunch of games,
Thank the son of a bitch that made our Tarn Adams!
We wanted to be a jeweller, a blacksmith or a ranger,
but then we realised we'd not enough danger,
We turned out backs and found a cavern that filled us up with beer,
Jolly ups and lots of silver filled us out of cheer!
The highest admin, the richest noble,
corrupt and callous they be,
set off a huge trouble, so make a plan did we,
led them to a room and locked them in tight,
against the magma they not a problem - nor did see a fight!
One... Two... Three... Four... Five...
We wanted to be a jeweller, a blacksmith or a ranger,
but then we realised we'd not enough danger,
We turned out backs and found a cavern that filled us up with beer,
Jolly ups and lots of silver filled us out of cheer!
Now...
Settled in and down we were,
not a problem a decade see,
Steel armours and steel weapons,
handled and ready,
unexpected was the charge,
A thousand yonders more,
A cross between a dog and plump helm, they be eye sore!
One... Two... Three... Four... Five...
We wanted to be a jeweller, a blacksmith or a ranger,
but then we realised we'd not enough danger,
We turned out backs and found a cavern that filled us up with beer,
Jolly ups and lots of silver filled us out of cheer!