I am proud to fight for your cause, #!
Let us go forth and slay some orcish scum!
My beard is itching for battle.
Our foes shall be crushed like a rack of fresh ribs!
The axes of the dwarves are sharpened for battle, #!
Few in Middle-earth can stand against the might of Durin's Folk!
This is all well and good, but where has all the ale gone?
I'd sell my beard for a drink of dwarven ale.