[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!
