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Ol'afin Clan (Dwarvin Drinking Song) by Eric BestOl'afin Clan
Break your bread with earth and stone
Oil the skillet and warm the pan
Cleave the meat and gnaw the bone
That's your life with the Ol'afin Clan
Dull your wits and sharpen your axe
Hammer that stone until it cracks
Gems and silver, diamonds and gold
Lite the furnace, drive off the cold
Break your bread with earth and stone
Go on home and kick the crone
Grab the bags and fill the dikes
And give her anything else she likes
Hammers and pikes, axes and spikes
An Ol'fin dwarf does as he likes
From mead to ale, goblet and pail
Our thirst for liquor will never fail
Break your bread with earth and stone
Cleave the meat 'til they break your bones
Forget the wife, throw out the plan
That's your death with the Ol'afin clan
Carve the spigot and tap the keg
Slap the wenches above the leg
Boots, gauntlets, belts and helm
Toast to the king, toast to the realm
Break your bread with earth and stone
Take a wife who warms hearth and throne
May there be a woman for every man
That's our life with the Ol'afin clan
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