[verse1]
Line the mugs and count the round,
who still stands when last is found?
The weak will fall, the strong will grin,
for in our halls last standing win!
[verse2]
Drink it fast or drink it slow,
down it deep and let it go.
Raise your voice and bang the tins,
for in this hall the last drop wins!
[chorus]
Foam on beard and cheer on tongue,
the night is old, the song still young.
So fill it high and let it spill,
a dwarven throat knows no refill!