Yurri's Old Song
Once, to the east,
after a grea' feast,
a mountain birthed a mountain!
And this second mountain's name was Yurri!
He were born!
He were sworn,
to defend the kingdom o'Erebor,
posted a' the very door,
to ensure,
tha' the very floor,
never ran red with Dwarrow gore!
Then fire!
Fire!
Yurri forged in flame!
Took the blame!
Felt great shame!
As a dragon came!
And lay waste to the name,
o'Erebor!
Down blew the door!
From smoke came a claw!
And then a snarling toothy jaw!
And from that fire!
Fire!
Buggerin' soddin' fire!
Lookin' on in fright,
as bold Dwarvish might,
crumbled in our plight,
bright,
light,
fire!
Fire!
And this is what Yurri did see,
for the first time wishing to flee!
A tear in his eye,
a wish to cry,
tell them you'll all be okay - lie.
Ash in lung,
no' a single song sung,
to remove the dread,
o' so many dead.
The dragon was fed,
munchin' on cooked dwarrows like they were naugh' bu' bread.
And no dwarf forgives the dragon, and will readily condemn,
though small part wishes to lay down - and die with them.
