| Song | No Crown For Balin |
| Artist | Glass hammer |
| Album | The Middle Earth Album |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Balin Longbeard was his name | |
| A Dwarf of great renown was he | |
| This rude and nasty Dwarf of fame | |
| ‘Twas never known for courtesy | |
| While making wind in crowded rooms | |
| His nose ran constantly | |
| And all good folk found Balin lacked | |
| A single trace of modesty | |
| But Balin was a rich old thing | |
| As many famous bards are known to sing | |
| Though Balin wanted to be king | |
| The Dwarven folk would never hear of it | |
| In fact they showed a fear of it | |
| And sensible were they! | |
| Never mind the Orcs he’d slain | |
| All his victories were in vain | |
| He’d even killed a Troll or two | |
| But a Dwarven crown he ne’er could gain | |
| For Balin was a nasty sort | |
| The people all could smell him | |
| This vile old gent would not relent | |
| For none of them would tell him | |
| But Balin was a rich old thing | |
| As many famous bards are known to sing | |
| Though Balin wanted to be king | |
| The Dwarven folk would never hear of it | |
| In fact they showed a fear of it | |
| And sensible were they! | |
| If he would only take a bath | |
| Then the Dwarves might ease their wrath | |
| He filled the tub, they gathered round | |
| They had to see the aftermath | |
| So bad he smelt the soap did melt | |
| The filth would not come off him | |
| He turned the water black as mud | |
| And so the Dwarves did scoff at him | |
| But Balin was a rich old thing | |
| As many famous bards are known to sing | |
| Though Balin wanted to be king | |
| The Dwarven folk would never hear of it | |
| In fact they showed a fear of it | |
| And sensible were they! |
| Balin Longbeard was his name | |
| A Dwarf of great renown was he | |
| This rude and nasty Dwarf of fame | |
| ' Twas never known for courtesy | |
| While making wind in crowded rooms | |
| His nose ran constantly | |
| And all good folk found Balin lacked | |
| A single trace of modesty | |
| But Balin was a rich old thing | |
| As many famous bards are known to sing | |
| Though Balin wanted to be king | |
| The Dwarven folk would never hear of it | |
| In fact they showed a fear of it | |
| And sensible were they! | |
| Never mind the Orcs he' d slain | |
| All his victories were in vain | |
| He' d even killed a Troll or two | |
| But a Dwarven crown he ne' er could gain | |
| For Balin was a nasty sort | |
| The people all could smell him | |
| This vile old gent would not relent | |
| For none of them would tell him | |
| But Balin was a rich old thing | |
| As many famous bards are known to sing | |
| Though Balin wanted to be king | |
| The Dwarven folk would never hear of it | |
| In fact they showed a fear of it | |
| And sensible were they! | |
| If he would only take a bath | |
| Then the Dwarves might ease their wrath | |
| He filled the tub, they gathered round | |
| They had to see the aftermath | |
| So bad he smelt the soap did melt | |
| The filth would not come off him | |
| He turned the water black as mud | |
| And so the Dwarves did scoff at him | |
| But Balin was a rich old thing | |
| As many famous bards are known to sing | |
| Though Balin wanted to be king | |
| The Dwarven folk would never hear of it | |
| In fact they showed a fear of it | |
| And sensible were they! |
| Balin Longbeard was his name | |
| A Dwarf of great renown was he | |
| This rude and nasty Dwarf of fame | |
| ' Twas never known for courtesy | |
| While making wind in crowded rooms | |
| His nose ran constantly | |
| And all good folk found Balin lacked | |
| A single trace of modesty | |
| But Balin was a rich old thing | |
| As many famous bards are known to sing | |
| Though Balin wanted to be king | |
| The Dwarven folk would never hear of it | |
| In fact they showed a fear of it | |
| And sensible were they! | |
| Never mind the Orcs he' d slain | |
| All his victories were in vain | |
| He' d even killed a Troll or two | |
| But a Dwarven crown he ne' er could gain | |
| For Balin was a nasty sort | |
| The people all could smell him | |
| This vile old gent would not relent | |
| For none of them would tell him | |
| But Balin was a rich old thing | |
| As many famous bards are known to sing | |
| Though Balin wanted to be king | |
| The Dwarven folk would never hear of it | |
| In fact they showed a fear of it | |
| And sensible were they! | |
| If he would only take a bath | |
| Then the Dwarves might ease their wrath | |
| He filled the tub, they gathered round | |
| They had to see the aftermath | |
| So bad he smelt the soap did melt | |
| The filth would not come off him | |
| He turned the water black as mud | |
| And so the Dwarves did scoff at him | |
| But Balin was a rich old thing | |
| As many famous bards are known to sing | |
| Though Balin wanted to be king | |
| The Dwarven folk would never hear of it | |
| In fact they showed a fear of it | |
| And sensible were they! |