Orcs of the Red Blade

At the end of the day I like a couple drinks when I raise up my voice and sing.
An hour or two with the fine brown brew and I'm ready for anything.
At the Wyvern's Tail  there were sisters four, the landlords daughters fair,
And every night when they blew out the lights I would chase them up the stairs!

I got the call from foreign shores to go and fight the foe,
And I thought no more of the sisters four though they cried to see me go.
I sailed away on a ship, the Doom Blade was her name
We'd all fall down when the rum went round, then get up and drink again!

I bore once more to my native shore, farewell to the raging main.
The Wyvern's Tail, it was beckoning, with the ale to ease my pain.
But there on the shore were the sisters four with a bundle upon each knee....
There were three little girls and a bastard boy and they all looked just like me!

It’s of dear ale ter yer I’ll sing,
And to dear ale I’ll always cling,
I like my mug filled to the brim,
And I’ll drink all yer’d like to bring.

If all the rest o' the orc race
Were assembled in this place,
I’d part with all wit'out one tear
Before I’d part with yer, m' dear

And if m' mate should me despise,
By feck, I’d pluck out both his eyes,
But if he loved me as I love thee,
A happy couple we would be!!!

Gather 'round, m' Brothers and sisters, sit down a moment
And listen ter m' mournful tale about this continent
Let's all raise our mugs damned high ter friends and family gone
An' lift our voices in another orcish drinking song!

The Alliance took m' mother and m' sire were consumed by fire
M' brother drank the ale til he wound up on a pyre
M' other brother in the Crossin' met with his demise
Me sister has forever closed her smilin’ orcish eyes

Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried
We'll drink and drink and drink and drink, and then we'll drink some more
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin’ light
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinking once again

Grady, he were eighty, though his new mate were just a pup
He died upon the matin' hunt when she got his 'orcish' up.
Conor lived in Booty Bay, he used ter smuggle arms
Until the Gobbo's killed him and cut off his lucky charms!

Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried
We'll drink and drink and drink and drink, and then we'll drink some more
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin’ light
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinking once again

"Cleanliness is goodliness," m' Uncle Prat would joke
He broke his neck a'slippin' on a bar of blasted soap
Namara crossed the street and by a cart were hit
But he were just a elven thing, so nobody gave a shit!

Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried
We'll drink and drink and drink and drink, and then we'll drink some more
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin’ light
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinking once again

Someday soon I'll leave this world of pain, toil and thin's
The Spirits will take me by the hand ter join all of m' kin
M' only wish is, when the spirits come fer me and you....
They take tha' Varian Wynn and tha' Bronzebeard fecker too!!!

Now everybody's died, so until our tears are dried
We'll drink and drink and drink and drink, and then we'll drink some more
We'll dance and sing and fight until the early mornin’ light
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinking once again!!!