Durin's Day at the Hammer and Harp Inn!

A king he was on carven throne
In many-pillared halls of stone
With golden roof and silver floor
And runes of power upon the door
The light of sun and star and moon
In shining lamps of crystal hewn
Undimmed by cloud or shade of night
There shown forever far and bright

There hammer on the anvil smote
There chisel clove, and graver wrote
There forged was bladed and bound was hilt
The delver mined the mason built
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale
And metel wrought like fishes' mail
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword
And shining spears were laid in horde

Unwearied then were Durin's folk
Beneath the mountains music woke
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang
And at the gates the trumpets rang