[verse1]
Raise your mugs, let hammers ring,
no finer sound than steel and string.
The forge is hot, the ale is cold,
we sing of fire, we sing of gold.
[verse2]
A beard of foam, a heart of flame,
each tankard full we’ll drink the same.
No goblin brew, no elven wine,
can match the taste of dwarven kind.
[bridge]
We’ll drink ‘til dawn, we’ll drink ‘til dusk,
on hops and malt we place our trust.
A keg is small, a cask is fair,
but bring the barrel if you dare!
[verse3]
Ale and anvil, song and cheer,
fill the halls with foam and beer!
Strike the table, spill the floor,
then call the brewer, bring us more!