May your beard grow ever long
Your axe be always sharp
Walking along, singing a song
Hauling treasure in a cart
Mining deep the caverns old
Tinted rose of quartz and stone
Underground palaces, lovely to behold
Bless this cave, my ancient home.
editor's note: I rather like this one.
I can see it as a cross-stitch on some dwarf-granny's pillow. - Primula