From the bonny bells of heather They brewed a drink long-syne,Was sweeter far then honey, Was stronger far than wine.They brewed it and they drank it, And lay in a blessed swound For days and days together In their dwellings underground.
die scum die, I don't need your ale!!!
go find some dwarfs i need to make some more ale, the flowers are going bad
but, you killed all the dwarfs..um...yes sir
we've found some DWarfs
ahhh, giants!!!
bring them to me now!!!
i'l give you life, you vermin for the secret of the drink
