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Gather round my friends and listen to the song
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Gather round my friends and listen to the song
of the Dwarves of the Lead Mountains.
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of the Dwarves of the Lead Mountains.
  
  When dwarven warriors went to war,
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When dwarven warriors went to war,
  To fight for king and hold,
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To fight for king and hold,
  For honour, fame and glory,
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For honour, fame and glory,
  But mostly just for gold.
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But mostly just for gold.
  They fought the green and scaly breeds,
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They fought the green and scaly breeds,
  Orcs and trolls and skaven hordes,
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Orcs and trolls and skaven hordes,
  Treasure hunting elves or men,
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Treasure hunting elves or men,
  Kissed dwarven axes, dwarven swords.
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Kissed dwarven axes, dwarven swords.
  Ogres, dragons, monstrous scum
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Ogres, dragons, monstrous scum
  Massed chaotic armies stumbled,
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Massed chaotic armies stumbled,
  Ranks of armoured knights charged blindly,
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Ranks of armoured knights charged blindly,
  Till at the feet of dwarves were humbled.
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Till at the feet of dwarves were humbled.
  Sometimes when the beer filled heads,
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Sometimes when the beer filled heads,
  Or tales of mithril lit their eyes,
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Or tales of mithril lit their eyes,
  They'd wander off to distant lands,
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They'd wander off to distant lands,
  Adventures under different skies.
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Adventures under different skies.
  Their kinfolk mourned their loss, you see,
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Their kinfolk mourned their loss, you see,
  And made a vow, an oath of stone,
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And made a vow, an oath of stone,
  To find their brethren one and all,
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To find their brethren one and all,
  To search them out, to bring them home,
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To search them out, to bring them home,

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Welcome to Stunties of the Lead Mountains !

Gather round my friends and listen to the song of the Dwarves of the Lead Mountains.

When dwarven warriors went to war, To fight for king and hold, For honour, fame and glory, But mostly just for gold. They fought the green and scaly breeds, Orcs and trolls and skaven hordes, Treasure hunting elves or men, Kissed dwarven axes, dwarven swords. Ogres, dragons, monstrous scum Massed chaotic armies stumbled, Ranks of armoured knights charged blindly, Till at the feet of dwarves were humbled. Sometimes when the beer filled heads, Or tales of mithril lit their eyes, They'd wander off to distant lands, Adventures under different skies. Their kinfolk mourned their loss, you see, And made a vow, an oath of stone, To find their brethren one and all, To search them out, to bring them home,