There is a house in Thorin's Gate
They call the Courserrim
And it's been the Kin of many a Young Elf,
And Arda, I know I'm one
My mother was a Hunter
Shot and killed many a foe
My father was a Rune Keeper
Called fire to bring them low
Now the only thing a Kinsman needs
Is a Backpack and a Blade
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when his level's made
Oh, mother, tell your children
To follow this sound theorem
Come find your friends and company
In the house of the Courserrim
Well, I got one foot in the stirrup
The other foot on the road
I'm goin' back to Thorin's Gate
To visit the kin's abode
Well, there is a house in Thorin's Gate
They call the Courserrim
And it's been the Kin of many a Stong Dwarf,
And Arda, I know I'm one