The Shire of Dude

 

 

 

Come gather round ye children
And here an old mans tale
Of the dudes who made a home of fair Dudenshire!

Held over by Slavic hands
Who raped the lands
And burned the sands
Who cursed the wood
And damned the stone
Who poisoned or dearest home

 Oh beards, beards of glory!
Oh Beards of Golden Rule!
Oh beards, beards of Glory!
Oh beards of all that’s true!

 Four gallant men reclaimed the ground
Migrated from the northern town
They burned the evil shadows down
And made a home for those they loved
Forever and for more!

 Oh beards, beards of glory!
Oh Beards of Golden Rule!
Oh beards, beards of Glory!
Oh beards of all that’s true!

 So your raise yon Dudenbrau high,
And single to the dude above
For the love of our dear Dudenshire
For the poets to write of
For the night is not yet nigh
And our cups are never dry!
So sing, for dear old Dudenshire

 Oh Beards beards of glory
That grow from sturdy chins
Oh beards beards of glory
That grow from thick skin
That curl towards our toes
Those that forever grow
So dance for dear old Dudenshire!

Oh beards, beards of glory!
Oh Beards of Golden Rule!
Oh beards, beards of Glory!
Oh beards of all that’s true!