Far beneath the mystic ground
Where light is scarce and seldom found
Down below, where dark things sleep
Enchanted treasure is what I seek
From ancient kings and noble lords
The dragon guards It's gleaming hoard
High atop the sparkling mound
It awaits my coming without a sound
In tunnels deep and caverns old
I go in search of dragons gold

Ray Massie

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