Raise a Pie For The Moot - A Half Ling song

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Verse 1
Down in the Moot where the rivers run slow,
Where the barley grows tall and the ovens all glow,
Where the kettles are singing and cider runs free,
You’ll find merry folk no taller than three!

We’ve gardens and orchards and kitchens so grand,
More spoons than a duke has in all of his land,
And if you come knocking we’ll welcome you in—
Just wipe off your boots and bring butter and gin!

Chorus
Raise a pie for the Moot tonight!
Fill your mug till the foam’s just right!
Laugh and sing by the firelight bright—
For the halflings are merry and full of delight!

Oh the world may be grim, and the night may be long,
But a full belly turns every worry to song!
So pass the stew and pour the stout—
Three cheers for the folk of the Moot!

Verse 2
Now some say we’re lazy and fond of our meals,
But wait till you’ve seen how a halfling can field!
Our bows may be small but our aim is quite true—
Ask any goblin that wandered on through.

From hedgerow to hill with a pie in our pack,
We’ll loose twenty arrows ‘fore you can say “snack!”
And when battle’s done and the baddies all flee—
We’re back to the kitchens for pudding and tea!

Chorus
Raise a pie for the Moot tonight!
Fill your mug till the foam’s just right!
Laugh and sing by the firelight bright—
For the halflings are merry and full of delight!

Oh the world may be grim, and the night may be long,
But a full belly turns every worry to song!
So pass the stew and pour the stout—
Three cheers for the folk of the Moot!

Verse 3
There’s Auntie with sausages ten feet long,
And Old Boffin who brews ale hearty and strong,
Young Pip with a sling and a terribly grin—
And Cousin Belinda who’ll bake till you spin.

The Empire may march with its banners held high,
But their generals still dream of a halfling meat pie!
For soldiers fight better with gravy and bread—
That’s what every halfling cook has said!

Bridge
“More butter!”
“More stew!”
“More cider for you!”
“And save me a slice of that blackberry too!”

Final Chorus
Raise a pie for the Moot tonight!
Fill your mug till the foam’s just right!
Laugh and sing by the firelight bright—
For the halflings are merry and full of delight!

Let the elves have their forests, the dwarfs have their gold,
Let the wizards have towers so dusty and old—
We’ll keep our gardens, our kitchens, our stout…
And the happiest folk in the Moot!