[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!
