Well listen now my merry lads

A tale we'll be a-tale'n

About a dwarven-lord of old

We thinks his name was Balin

He sat upon a mound o' gold

And there he grew so very old

His beard so thick it kept 'im warm

And well when he was ailin'



So rich he was but still 'e lacked

One tiny single gem

A pearl 'e wanted for his hoard

'Twould be the death of him!!

He dreamed of pearls both night and day

He vowed that he would have his way

A mountain he would climb for it

An ocean he would swim!



Not far from Balin's home there lived

A tired and ancient dragon

His wings were broke, his fire was spent

His eyes, they were a-saggin'!

But he was known throughout the land

For in his clawed and scaly hand

He clutched a pearl of great renown

And Balin this was naggin'!



The dragon woke one day to find

Old Balin come a-callin'.

So old they were, they tried to fight

But couldn't keep from falling!

The dragon fell upon his sword

While Balin tried to reach the hoard

He tripped upon his beard so great

And crushed beneath the dragon's weight

He ne'er would have his precious pearl

For death you can't be stallin'!!