The Sappers of Ironstar

[Inwintersshadow]

The Sappers of Ironstar

T’was down the glen came our proud Dwarven, with picks and shovels slung behind ‘em
An in the pub that we drank our sup or down in the murk you will find us
We sweated blood and we drank down mud with quarts and pints of beer
And now we’re on the march again we’re the Sappers of Ironstar!

We were flayed to the skin in battle when down in the tunnels o’ the grays
With Muckface Mogg I learned the song a broken noggin if you stop for breaks
For the sappers’ god is Dumathoin, who girds ye when yer cut to bits and scarred
And woe to they who look for sleep we’re the Sappers of Ironstar!

I remember the day when Grogar Ohlgrim fell into a basilisk’s lair
What Muckface said when he saw him dead; well it wasn't what an elf’d call prayers
I'm a nasty sod was his one retort that reached unto my ears
When the going is rough, well ye must be tough we’re the Sappers of Ironstar!

I've worked till the sweat near had me dead through mountain, hill and glen,
At battering rams up in the Orcish lands or underneath our clanholds in a hole,
I battled hard and I got me part and many a ganger’s fist across me ears,
If ye’ve pride and spite, join for life, we’re the Sappers of Ironstar!

[Inwintersshadow]

*Bump*