In Thundermar the tales proclaimed
Of a beauty destined for fame
Soft emerald green eyes framed a countenance wise
The people cried “Fanny”, her name.
Ol’ Firebeard he made her his quest
On one knee his love he professed:
“Oh Fanny me Fanny, do marry me can ye?
I love ya and I loves yer chest.”
Now let cheering dispel the twilight
And let the Wildhammers unite!
They’re short an’ they’re stout, but no man can doubt:
Firebeard and his Fanny are tight.
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Along with:
Something Bold
Something Brewed
Something Stolen
Something Stewed
I shall attend this Wildhammer wedding soon!
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