Hear them laugh, “Free the barge!”
Burn them high! Burn them wide!
Hear them laugh, “Ol’phaunt hide!”
Loose the arrow! Nock the bow!
Hear them laugh, “Far too slow!
Cut them down, those Haradrim,
Far too arrogant, so they seem!”
And they swing their tusks,
Grey and booming,
And the oliphaunts laugh,
“Fair skies looming!
Drink with us, tiny beasts,
You’ve killed the masters,
Time for feasts!”
Oh, drink with the oliphaunt!
Let him laugh!
For he chortles and he chuckles
If you buy him a draught!
Oh, sing for the oliphaunt!
Let him listen!
And he’ll get ye good an’ drunk
Enough to send ye pissin’!
Just kill the swarthy Southron,
Drive your dagger through his gut,
For so the ol’phaunt dictates,
To free him from his rut!
Lusting for Swert-blood,
Those oliphaunts, they’ll bandy,
For every Southron skull you crack,
You’ll get one pint of brandy!
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