Dwarrow Faire Song
Rumbling in the distance, sights of a dusty line
Hobbits all excited, they’ve waited for a sign
Carts and ladened wagons roll into the square
Traders bring their goods out and they start the dwarrow faire
Dwarves from the mountain, marching down the roads
Sturdy armour gleaming in the sunlight
Songs of distant mithril lodes
Shiny shields and weapons, all new from the mountain forge
Food and drink aplenty, the customers can gorge
Toys that make the children smile, clothes and colourful dye
The jewels make the lasses swoon, while all their suitors sigh
Dwarves from the mountain, marching down the roads
Sturdy armour gleaming in the sunlight
Songs of distant mithril lodes
Dwarves from the mountain, marching down the roads
Sturdy armour gleaming in the sunlight
Songs of distant mithril lodes
When the market ended, and the dwarves were gone
The times had been right jolly, but the cleanup took ’til dawn
Lots of spicy bat wings, looking cold and stale
Worst of all the village-wide depleted stocks of ale
Dwarves from the mountain, marching down the road
Sturdy armour gleaming in the sunlight
Songs of Shire ale that flowed
Dwarves from the mountain, marching down the roads
Sturdy armour gleaming in the sunlight
Songs of Shire ale that flowed
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