[Verse 1] I met a knight with a dented helm, Said he once ruled a haunted realm. Lost his sword to a drunken bet— Now he swings a spoon and no regrets. A wizard asked me for my name, Then turned my hat into a flame. I sang, “Good sir, you’ve made me bald,” He said, “That’s magic — sorry, Karl.” [Chorus (Catchy and fun — invite clapping or audience chant)] Roll for ale, roll for glory, Tell the crowd a half-true story! Slay a troll or kiss a pig, Fame is loud, the truth’s not big! Raise your glass and sing with cheer — If we survive, we’ll drink next year! Roll for ale... roll for glory! [Verse 2] I knew a rogue with two left feet, Tried to sneak, but drummed the street. He tripped, he swore, fell in a stew— The cook now claims him as her crew. An elf once wooed a trollish bride, They kissed beneath the mountain’s side. Love was true, till tax was due— Now he hides in someone’s shoe. [Chorus] Roll for ale, roll for glory, Bards need mess to write good stories! Swing a sword or dance with sheep, Fools like us don’t die — we leap! Raise your tankards, sing along, Life is short, the night is long! Roll for ale... roll for glory! [Bridge (More melodic, maybe slower)] Oh the dice may fall and fail you, The dragon’s breath may pale you... But courage isn’t in the might— It’s laughing loud through every fight. [Final Chorus – Double-time or with crowd chant] Roll for ale, roll for glory! One more song, one more story! If I fall, then write me grand— With dragons slain and mug in hand! So raise your voice and stomp the floor— The bard is broke but wants one more! Roll for ale... ROLL FOR GLORY!!
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