Complete Dwarves Song - A Limerick (of a sort) Song From The Hobbit

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away 

Ere the break of day

To seek the pale enchanted gold

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,

While hammers fell like ringing bells

In places deep, 

Where dark things sleep,

In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient kings and elven lords

There many a gleaming golden hoard

They shaped and wrought, 

And light they caught

To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung

The flowering stars, on crowns they hung

The dragon-fire, 

On twisted wire

They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away 

Ere the break of day

To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves

And harps of gold; where no man delves

There lay they long, 
And many a song

Was sung unheard by men and elves.

The pines were roaming on the height,

The winds were moaning in the night.

The fire was red,

It flaming spread;

The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale

And men looking up with faces pale;

Then dragon's ire 

More fierce than fire

Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;

The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.

They fled their halls 

To dying fall

Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim

To dungeons deep and caverns dim

We must away 

Ere the break of day

To win our harps and gold from him!

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