[Verse 1] Down beneath the mountain, where the silver rivers run, Seven stout dwarves came laughing in the sun. Boots upon the flagstones, beards all flying free, They struck up an old fiddle tune and danced around the tree. [Chorus] Hey-ho, round we go, stomp your boots and clap! Turn the wheel and swing your friend, give your beard a slap! Ho-ho, let the goblets glow, let the old drums ring— Deep beneath the mountain, every dwarf can sing! [Verse 2] Thrain missed a step and tumbled on the floor, Borin laughed so hard he couldn't dance no more. Durgan took a little nap while dancing in a row, And Keldra blushed when Grum shouted, “Off we go!” [Chorus] Hey-ho, round we go, stomp your boots and clap! Turn the wheel and swing your friend, give your beard a slap! Ho-ho, let the goblets glow, let the old drums ring— Deep beneath the mountain, every dwarf can sing! [Bridge] Candles flicker, hammers shine, Ale is flowing, all is fine. When the moon climbs over stone, No dwarf ever dances alone. [Final Chorus] Hey-ho, round we go, faster than before! Stomp until the mountain shakes and rattles every door! Ho-ho, raise your voices high, let the whole world know— Where dwarves are dancing underground, the merry fires glow!
