Ye may talk about yer fighters o' the far Ascendancy,
The brawny knight, Sir Sleipnir, or the shields o' Fen'neki,
Or any ither fightin' clan that's coom tae these isles here
But give me Dwarves' Militia, and a mug o' icy beer!
Strollin down through Puddleby on a soommer day,
Watchin' all the minstrels, rakin' in the hay
But when the Zerk's been sighted, from there ae speed awa'
And stand wi' brave Militia men, them fighters bold and braw.
Ae nivver will ferget the day Militia clan 'twere bairn
For seemed a heavenly pipe did skirl that brilliant sunny morn
Ae turned from killin' vermine, saw a coomin t'ward me theer
The trampin' Dwarf Militia, heard their mighty war-cry, "BEER!"
Strollin down through Puddleby on a soommer day,
Watchin' all the minstrels, rakin' in the hay
But when the maha's sighted, from town I speed awa'
And stand wi' brave Militia men, them fighters bold and braw.
Ae watched 'em in the battles midst the hills of Lok'Groton
Ae seen 'em hard a-trainin' as theer captain's urged 'em on
They labored in the Ripture War, and fought with ne'er a fear
The Dwarf Militia nivver stapped (except tae swig some beer!)
Strollin down through Puddleby on a soommer day,
Watchin' all the minstrels, rakin' in the hay
But when the Greymyr's sighted, from there ae speed awa'
And stand wi' brave Militia men, them fighters bold and braw.
Once again ae hear the music o' the pipers frae afar
And ae march in time tigither wi' me brithers, sisters all
And as we draw up near tae toon, folks raise a mighty cheer
And hail the bonnie laddies o' Milita, cryin' "BEER!"
Strollin down through Puddleby on a soommer day,
Watchin' all the minstrels, rakin' in the hay
But when the Firedrake's sighted, from there ae speed awa'....
