(Note: this is one of Those songs. Verses will be added as regularly as possible. The song is meant to be accompanied by heavy drinking and pub crawling. Each verse names a different drinking establishment, ideally that verse should be sung in the named pub and washed down with a drink before the singer heads off to the next bar {and verse}. The number of verses sung and drunk can be a source of much bragging. For the convenience of drunk revelers, the verses have been divided by city.)

Chorus:

Keesris, Hurlgh, and Eleven wine,
Troll mead rich and fine,
Dwarven ale from deep mines
Let us drink to old lang sine!
(Note: after the first 8-10 repeats of the chorus the fourth line is changed to:)
We shall drink beneath each sign
(Note: after an additional 8-10 repeats of the chorus a fifth line is added)
‘till we can’t walk a line!

As we drank we started to think
and a plan came quick as a wink.
There are as many worthy bars,
as there are shining stars,
and in each we should drink!

(Note: the first verse is always the same. The remaining verses of this song should be rearranged to reflect what city the singer is touring and his or her route.)

Throal

The Living Canvas was quite neat
the patrons’ artwork a delightful treat.
But my skin is quite bear
and I didn’t fit in there
so we made a quick retreat.

At The Spider’s Web widows lie
in wait for a young handsome guy
First they pounce as a pack
then throw him back
to sigh over those who did die.

We tried to drink a glass of Hurlgh
At the Eye in the Swirl.
Hold your nose
and down it goes
Then your stomach starts to whirl!

With Hurlgh we proved our metal
now our stomachs need to settle.
Keesris is best
so take a rest
down at the Nectar Petal.

Up and down Throall’s great hall
Inscrutable Sentries stand proud and tall,
but we they have a drink
they are not like you think:
Buzzed, the guards can be a ball!

Due to a cold and chilly greeting
This Frozen Windling’s heart stopped beating.
Glaring o’er their cups
the trolls slowly stood up
and we quickly left retreating.

Beneath a cool Blue Sun
we did not have much fun,
the patrons were dull
the talk softly lulled:
we left at a dead run!

At the Hidden Gem we did find
new friends of a like mind.
Despite what you’d think
we had a fine drink
and the muckers were gracious and kind.

As Windy dances and sings,
The Platinum Cockroach treats us as kings
she left quick as a hare
when patrons started to stare
at her lovely purple/green wings!

At the River of Tongues, philosophers mass,
to debate the state of the glass,
when you get past the bull
half empty, half full
get a refill from the dwarf lass!

At Seven Sutures they didn’t think,
that we should continue to drink.
We promised we’d stop
as soon as we drop
and left with a smile and a wink.

When you go to The Painted Mask,
finding good company is quite a task.
Each man you must gauge,
‘cause an actor’s always on stage,
seeking adulation in which to bask.

Into Dahrast our party goes
and we come to the Broken Nose.
The place was dim,
the patrons quite grim,
as they drank to drown their woes.

The Winged Dwarf that stared from the wall
seemed not to fly, but to fall,
still we went in,
a found with a grim,
like the wings, the glasses were small.

Here the patrons are marred
by work both long and hard.
The looks not the best,
and it smelled like the rest,
but we liked The Golden Tankard.

Be careful if you show your face
in the bar called Olen’s Place.
We walked in this night
in the midst of a fight
barely dodging a well-swung mace.

With the passing of Time’s sands
we came to The Granite Hands.
The ale was quite cold,
the flavor quite bold,
and it revived our flagging band!



Cherry Springs
A Topless Windling with purple wings
marks the tavern in Cherry Springs.
The sign on this place
has a familiar face,
but this tale Windy never sings!