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Halfhearted apologies to Orlando Bloom. No apologies whatsoever to Van Morrison.



Hey where did we go
Days when the dwarves came
Down in the valley
Singing a new game
Laughing at the longbeards, hey, hey
Joking with the hobbit
Under the midsummer stars with
Our harps a-twanging and you,
my Brown-Eyed Elf.
You, my Brown-Eyed Elf.

Do you remember when
We used to sing
Tra-la-la-la-la-lally La-La Fa La

Whatever happened
To Turnkey and Butler so drunk
Sleeping in the dungeon while
Full barrels rolled and rolled
We sent them on their way
Through black water dark and cold
Wondering why they floated so low
We sent them rolling, me and you
My Brown-Eyed Elf.
You, my Brown-Eyed Elf.

Do you remember when
We used to sing
Roll-Roll-Roll-Roll-Roll-Roll-Roll Rolling Down the hole


So hard to find good wine
Now that I'm all on my own
I saw you just the other day
Now even your hair is brown
Climbing all our favorite old trees
Sometimes I'm overcome laughing 'bout it
Rolling thirteen dwarves in barrels
Downstream to Laketown, me and
You, my Brown-Eyed elf
You, my Brown-Eyed Elf.

Do you remember when
We used to sing
Tra-La-La-La-La-La-La-Lally Fa-La-La La