The Hobbit -Little Talks -

Under the mountain

Under the mountain dark and tall
The King has come unto bis hall!
His foe is dead ,the Worm of dread ,
And ever so his foes shall die.

The sword is sharp ,the spear is long ,
The arrow swift ,the Gate is strong ,
The Heart is Bold that looks on Gold ,
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong .

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells, while hammers fell like ringing bells .In places deep ,where
dark things sleep In hollow Halls beneath the fells .

On silver necklaces they strung
The light of stars ,on crowns they hung
The Dragon-fire ,from twisted wire
The melody of harps they wrung .

The Mountain throne once more is freed! O! Wandering folk ,the summons heed!Come haste! across the waste! The King of friend and kin has need .

Now call we over Mountains cold ,
'Come back unto the carvens old'!
Here at the Gates the King awaits ,
His hands are Rich with gems and gold .The King is come unto his hall
Under the Mountain dark and tall .
The Worm of dread is slain and dead ,
And ever so our foes shall fall!

Far over the misty mountains cold ,
To dungeons deep and caverns old....