Song - Kiss of a Dwarven Lad | Drake M. Alexander

A dwarf was walkin' through the woods a'neath the trees so tall.

He thought he'd take a lively stroll away from dwarven hall.

The dwarf, he turned an' left the path an' down along the rill.

He saw a lass tha' made him stop so short, he took a spill.

A spill! A spill! The dwarf, he took a spill.

He saw a lass an' took a spill into the foamin' rill.

The lass, she reached her hand an' helped the dwarf to come to shore.

He looked into her eyes an' felt a hank’rin’, maybe more.

The lass, she blushed for in his eyes she saw his passion dire.

The dwarf, he kissed the maid an' soon her heart was lit afire.

Afire! Afire! Her heart was lit afire.

No kiss she’d ever know to spark a lass with such desire

The dwarf, he took the lass an' found a cave with leaves a'floor.

He kissed the lass again until she begged the dwarf for more.

The dwarf, he knew 'tis impolite, a lassy to deny.

He gave her what she wanted, else he feared the lass woul' die.

She'd die! She'd die! He feared the lass woul' die.

To save her life, the dwarf so kind, woul' nay be coy nor shy.

The dwarf was good an' gave the lass there all tha' she desired.

He saved the lass from certain death with everythin' required.

They lay there in the cave not feelin' e'en a wee bit bad.

The lass, she turned an' said, “Now dwarf I hope you'll be me lad.

Her lad! Her Lad! She hoped he'd be her lad.

No need, her to refuse good dwarf. You ain't done nothing bad.

And now the lass, she has her lad an' wears a bonny ring.

And every morn she wakes from bed, around the house to sing.

The dwarf he wakes a wee bit late, all tuckered out and tired.

The lass, she goes to feed some bairns, the dwarf, her lad, he sired.

He sired! He sired! Wee bairns the dwarf, he sired.

For in a marriage to the lass he now be all a'mired.

So lads, beware of walkin' out beyond the dwarven hall.

An' 'bove all else, nay go a'stroll a'neath the trees so tall.

For lassies wait a'side the rill ta find themselves a lad.

And soon you'll wake with bairns a'gross, an' know that you've been had.

Been had! Been had! You'll know that you've been had.

Beware the lassies by the rill or one will make you Dad.