Snaga Atkins
Disclaimer: the orcs are Tolkien's. The poem this is based on is Kipling's. This unholy synthesis is mine.
Author's note: I know that Tolkien never mentions orcish barmaids, and I've obviously taken liberties with the canon in other places as well. It's all for fun.
I go into a Morgul bar to buy a pint o' beer
An Uruk looks at me and says "We don't serve your kind 'ere"
The barmaids giggle fit to die, a-laughin' at my 'eight
But I swim in booze whenever there are elves and dwarves to fight
Oh it's Snaga this, and Snaga that, and "go away, you brute!"
But it's "'ero of the Black Land" when the bows begin to shoot
The bows begin to shoot, my boys, the bows begin to shoot
Oh, it's "'ero of the Black Land" when the bows begin to shoot
Disclaimer: the orcs are Tolkien's. The poem this is based on is Kipling's. This unholy synthesis is mine.
Author's note: I know that Tolkien never mentions orcish barmaids, and I've obviously taken liberties with the canon in other places as well. It's all for fun.
I go into a Morgul bar to buy a pint o' beer
An Uruk looks at me and says "We don't serve your kind 'ere"
The barmaids giggle fit to die, a-laughin' at my 'eight
But I swim in booze whenever there are elves and dwarves to fight
Oh it's Snaga this, and Snaga that, and "go away, you brute!"
But it's "'ero of the Black Land" when the bows begin to shoot
The bows begin to shoot, my boys, the bows begin to shoot
Oh, it's "'ero of the Black Land" when the bows begin to shoot