Dwarves & Mines

(Verse 1) Deep in the mountain, where the anvils ring, We wake at dawn to the hammers’ sing. Steel and stone, we shape with pride, With our brothers working side by side. (Chorus) Hey-ho, raise your mug! Fill it high with dwarven jug! Through the toil, through the fight, We drink and dance by firelight! (Verse 2) Gold in our pockets, sweat on our brow, We mine all day, no time for row. But when the sun fades, oh what cheer! The kegs roll out, and flows the beer! (Chorus) Hey-ho, raise your mug! Fill it high with dwarven jug! Through the toil, through the fight, We drink and dance by firelight! (Bridge – Slower & Festive) Pass the jug, sing the tune, Raise the cheer beneath the moon! Tales of battle, tales of old, Songs of silver, songs of gold! (Final Chorus – Big & Loud!) Hey-ho, raise your mug! Fill it high with dwarven jug! Through the toil, through the fight, We drink and dance by firelight!

(Verse 1) Rise with the sun, wipe the dust from my beard, Pick up my hammer, the echoes are clear. Deep in the mines where the gemstones gleam, Carving the mountains, living the dream! (Chorus) Swing, swing, the hammer’s bright ring! Dig, dig, let the anvil sing! When the day is done, we’ll gather near, With a tankard of ale and a song to cheer! (Verse 2) Smell of the earth and the spark of the steel, Every strong strike makes the mountain reel. Gold in our pockets, sweat on our brow, We build for tomorrow, but live in the now! (Chorus) Swing, swing, the hammer’s bright ring! Dig, dig, let the anvil sing! When the day is done, we’ll gather near, With a tankard of ale and a song to cheer! (Bridge) As the moon climbs high and the torches glow, The barrels are tapped, let the good times flow! A fire so bright, ‘neath the starry light, With laughter and stories deep into the night! (Verse 3) Raise up your cup, let the toasts begin, Brothers and sisters, through thick and thin! From mountain halls to the valleys wide, We stand as one, full of dwarven pride! (Chorus) Swing, swing, the hammer’s bright ring! Dig, dig, let the anvil sing! When the day is done, we’ll gather near, With a tankard of ale and a song to cheer! (Outro) So here’s to the mines and the forge so bright, Here’s to the tales and the fires at night! A dwarven heart, so bold and free, With ale in our hands, we’ll sing with glee!