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Orc was crouched on the cavern floor |
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And kept an eye on the oaken door |
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For many a night he'd watched it close |
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To see who might appear. |
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Oh dear! See him leer? |
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He's clutching a mighty spear! |
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Orc was guarding a mighty stash |
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And any who'd come he'd have to slash |
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For stacked on high in the cavern behind |
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Were kegs of goblin beer |
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Oh dear! To his rear |
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The Goblin King kept all his beer! |
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Dwarf was thirsty as he crawled |
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To the oaken door on the cliff face wall |
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His nose had caught the scent of ale |
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Oh what a sweet sensation. |
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Elation! Fixation! |
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He's found the Goblin's libation. |
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Dwarf and Orc |
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A battle not worth telling |
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Spear or cork |
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With which should ye be assailing |
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Just pop a dwarf on the head with a cork |
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And see if his axe don't sing! |
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Just take that axe upon yer skull |
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And see if yer head don't ring! |
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With his axe he smote the place |
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But no surprise on the Goblin's face |
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Whilst guarding he'd just helped himself |
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And drank all the Goblin King's brew |
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Oh boo! What to do? |
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He's got himself into a stew! |
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The door came crashing in on Orc |
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Who'd traded his spear for a beer to uncork |
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His drunken smile was soon replaced |
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As Dwarven axe did cleave that face |
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What a case - of disgrace |
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The dwarf was king of the place |
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So in the dark he felt around |
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But nothing intact was to be found |
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The bottles smashed, the kegs all dry |
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The Orc had drunk the lot |
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Found it not! Such a sot! |
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And deserving of what he had got! |
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Dwarf and Orc |
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A battle not worth telling |
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Spear or cork |
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With which should ye be assailing |
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Just pop a dwarf on the head with a cork |
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And see if his axe don't sing! |
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Just take that axe upon yer skull |
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And see if yer head don't ring! |
