Raise a mug for Flint

(Verse I)

By hammer and forge, I was born in the stone,

A beard on my chin ere I’d walked on my own.

The mountain may mock me, the elves may deride,

But I’ve got my mug and my axe at my side!

(Chorus)

So raise it high, let the ale overflow,

Sing it loud where the good dwarves go!

For friends and fools, for battles we’ve won,

Drink ‘til the night gives way to the sun!

(Verse II)

I’ve marched with elves, though they give me no rest,

“Pointy-eared princeling, you think you know best!”

Still, Tanis I trust, though he’s torn in his soul,

I’ll grumble and gripe, but I’ll see him made whole.

(Verse III)

There’s Caramon strong, and Raistlin so sly,

One lifts with his arms, one schemes with his eye.

Goldmoon and Riverwind, noble and proud,

All of them kin, though they bicker too loud!

(Chorus)

So raise it high, let the ale overflow,

Sing it loud where the good dwarves go!

For friends and fools, for battles we’ve won,

Drink ‘til the night gives way to the sun!

(Verse IV)

I’ve cursed every road, I’ve tripped on each root,

My boots full of blisters, my patience to boot.

But when danger comes calling, I’ll stand in the way,

An old dwarf with grit who won’t run from the fray.

(Bridge – spoken like a drunken boast)

Aye,

(Chorus – louder, stomping beat)

So raise it high, let the ale overflow,

Sing it loud where the brave hearts go!

For kin and clan, for battles we’ve won,

Drink ‘til the night gives way to the sun!

(Verse VI)

One day I’ll fall, as all dwarves must,

My bones in the earth, my axe turned to rust.

But think kindly of Flint, though I grumbled and swore,

For I laughed, and I loved, and I’d drink one more!