Editing Song lyrics

==Song Lyrics==

===It's a Long Way to Tip O' Hairy===
Up to mighty Lon Don came

An Bog Orc lad one day,

All the streets were paved with gold,

So everyone was gay!

Singing songs of PickaDilly,

Strand, and LeftChester Square,

'Til Paddy got excited and

He shouted to them there:



It's a long way to Tip O' Hairy,

It's a long way to go.

It's a long way to Tip O' Hairy

To the sweetest orc I know!

Goodbye PickaDilly,

Farewell LeftChesterSquare!

It's a long long way to Tip O' Hairy,

But my heart's right there.

''by Megalomaniac''



===Sal's Favourite Things===
Grapeshot from cannon, us chargin' right at it,

Bright polished buttons and red woollen jackets,

Fey elves that flee from the bayonet's sting,

These are a few of my favorite things.



Blood coloured puddles and frozen stiff mornings,

Blackpowder, colours, and sentry-called warnings.

Cavalry sabers clash with a loud ring.

These are a few of my favorite things. 



When the lash bites, when my feets sting,

when I'm feeling sad,

I simply remember my favorite things,

and then I don't feel so bad. 

''by Waiwode''



===Drink Old Albion Dry===
So come me brave orcs, as I've told ye before

and drink me brave orcs, and we'll boldy call for more

for the Elvish do invade us, and they say that they will try-aye-aye

They say that they will come and drink old Albion dry.



Aye dry, aye dry me boys, aye dry-aye-aye

They say that they will come and drink old Albion dry.



Supposin' that we did go out, and meet them on the way

a thousand to one, we would show them orcish play

with our swords and our muskets, we would fight until we die-aye-aye

we'd die before that they should drink old Albion dry!

''by PigKiller''



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-===The Ballad of Uruk Greenskin===
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-I climbed up the Black Tower, to see what I could see.
-But His Darkness the Dark Lord, he ain't got time for me.
-"Orcs aren't fit to lick me boots, now get out of the room,"
-But He'll gladly pack me off to fight, come the Trumps of Doom.
-Then it's Uruk this and Uruk that, it makes you want to weep!
-But it's "Thin green line of bastards" when the drums are in the deep,
-The drums are in the deep, my boys, the drums are in the deep,
-O it's "Thin green line of bastards" when the drums are in the deep.
-Me stomach's growlin' empty, and the cooking-pot is clean.
-I ask His Darkness, "Where's me grub?" while he feasts on heart and spleen.
-"Me mum is laid up deadly ill, and me gretchin kids are lean,"
-But roast elf is for necromancers, not for the low and green.
-Yeah, it's Uruk this and Uruk that, and "Uruk, have some worms,"
-But it's "Tonight you'll feast on elf-flesh" when the Day of Darkness comes,
-The Day of Darkness comes, my boys, the Day of Darkness comes,
-O it's "Tonight you'll feast on elf-flesh" when the Day of Darkness comes.
-''by PTiKachu''