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A populaw Dwawven song. And by populaw I mean it's the onwy song I've evew seen that has a Dwawven oligin. By Namew.
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A popular Dwarven song. And by popular I mean it's the only song I've ever seen that has a Dwarven origin. By Namer.
  
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  Thewe was a Dwawf, his name unknown;
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  There was a Dwarf, his name unknown;
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  His beawd would mowph, when the lind had brown.
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  His beard would morph, when the wind had blown.
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  He came acwoss, one fateful eve;
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  He came across, one fateful eve;
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  A she-Dwawf skiwwed at basket-weave.
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  A she-Dwarf skilled at basket-weave.
 
   
 
   
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  They wed that week, littwe did he know;
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  They wed that week, little did he know;
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  She was antique, and vewy owd.
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  She was antique, and very old.
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  She was howevew weww-endowed,
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  She was however well-endowed,
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  In mowe ways than one, so when she bowed,
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  In more ways than one, so when she bowed,
 
   
 
   
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  Mowe was seen, than was decent,
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  More was seen, than was decent,
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  Wet’s keep it cwean, hew weawth came wecent.
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  Let’s keep it clean, her wealth came recent.
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  Hew fathew’d died the night befowe,
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  Her father’d died the night before,
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  Been muldewed by a petty whowe.
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  Been murdered by a petty whore.
 
   
 
   
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  To him she weft aww that she owned,
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  To him she left all that she owned,
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  So when she’d die, hew wove’d not gwoan.
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  So when she’d die, her love’d not groan.
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  Fow he’d inhelit aww she had,
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  For he’d inherit all she had,
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  Hew money’d lid him of the sad.
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  Her money’d rid him of the sad.
 
[[Category:Literature and Music‏‎]]
 
[[Category:Literature and Music‏‎]]

Latest revision as of 01:35, 2 April 2020

A popular Dwarven song. And by popular I mean it's the only song I've ever seen that has a Dwarven origin. By Namer. 

There was a Dwarf, his name unknown;
His beard would morph, when the wind had blown.
He came across, one fateful eve;
A she-Dwarf skilled at basket-weave.

They wed that week, little did he know;
She was antique, and very old.
She was however well-endowed,
In more ways than one, so when she bowed,

More was seen, than was decent,
Let’s keep it clean, her wealth came recent.
Her father’d died the night before,
Been murdered by a petty whore.

To him she left all that she owned,
So when she’d die, her love’d not groan.
For he’d inherit all she had,
Her money’d rid him of the sad.
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