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The Dwarven Brew
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Have you heard of the caravan traveling these lands
A curious cargo within
Wagons full of warriors who care not for war
Beards soaked with ale hiding grins
No matter the place where they stop, a crowd gathers ‘round
To sample the crafts of these dwarves who won’t stay underground
Onward and onward the caravan rolls
Carrying barrels in scores
Dwarves far from home spreading merriment and brew
An unusual sight to be sure
Their kin in the mountains may scoff, they pay it no mind
Their homes on their wagons, their treasure, it comes by the pint
Sweet malt nectar
Bitter hop bliss
Fill your tankard
Raise your fist
From the deserts of the Arhandhari
'Cross Vynkahrian lands
When the caravan comes to town, oh
There’ll be drinks in every hand
Traveling far and wide, they hail from Zbýnia
Making merry all the way
When the caravan comes to town, oh
All your woes wash away
You won’t find a better ale than this
And the cask is only halfway kicked
Well I say my friend, let’s fill them up again
May the night never end
Once you’ve had a taste of Bohumír’s brew
Then you’ll know no other ale will do
Well I say my brother, fill me up another
Two for me, two for you
Some dwarves they stay in the mountains
Hiding in holes underground
Well I raise my mug to we few up above
And treasure those pricks never found
Some dwarves they love only riches
Hoarding their jewels and their gems
Well this mug I hold is worth its weight in gold
And no stone is worth more than friends
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