Them dwarves are coming ter trade! Bring yer purses, but hide yer ales! And sing along to the Dwarrow Faire Song!
Best sung to the tune of "Down on the Corner" by Creedence Clearwater Revival, this merry little tune was written to the song contest in the 2013 Harnkegger Games on Laurelin. A small detachment of Brandy Badgers performed the song and won the whole thing. Yay!
I wasn't really aware that there were a song contest until just a few days before the event, and me hobbity life was somewhat busy the same time. So there was precious little time ter think of writing a tune. Still, when the day arrived, I decided ter try me self-imposed "30-minute lyrics challenge" again, to try jot down a brand new set of lyrics in half an hour. It took 38 minutes, though, so that failed miserably... *pouts*
Still, I love me some Creedence, and it is a grand fun tune to perform. We had 8 Badgers playing it together at the Green Dragon yesterday, and the audience hopped along happily. Including some of them dwarves the song is inspired by.
So here's to all them lovely dwarven roleplayers on Laurelin, those of Durin's Folk, of Khuzd Belkul, master Grymrock and all them others. Yer sure bring a lot of spice and enjoyment to the game. Now mix gently with hobbits, and the sky is the limit!
[video type="youtube" clip_id="clJb4zx0o1o"] Down on the Corner, Creedence Clearwater Revival
Dwarrow Faire Song
Rumbling in the distance, sights of a dusty line Hobbits all excited, they've waited for a sign Carts and ladened wagons roll into the square Traders bring their goods out and they start the dwarrow faireDwarves from the mountain, marching down the roads Sturdy armour gleaming in the sunlight Songs of distant mithril lodes
Shiny shields and weapons, all new from the mountain forge Food and drink aplenty, the customers can gorge Toys that make the children smile, clothes and colourful dye The jewels make the lasses swoon, while all their suitors sigh
Dwarves from the mountain, marching down the roads Sturdy armour gleaming in the sunlight Songs of distant mithril lodes
Dwarves from the mountain, marching down the roads Sturdy armour gleaming in the sunlight Songs of distant mithril lodes
When the market ended, and the dwarves were gone The times had been right jolly, but the cleanup took 'til dawn Lots of spicy bat wings, looking cold and stale Worst of all the village-wide depleted stocks of ale
Dwarves from the mountain, marching down the road Sturdy armour gleaming in the sunlight Songs of Shire ale that flowed
Dwarves from the mountain, marching down the roads Sturdy armour gleaming in the sunlight Songs of Shire ale that flowed