It was where the Roserun wends

Past the point of Pinepudding bend

     Sing bree yark, howl bree yark

beneath a dome of earthy mould

there'd be treasure, we were told

     Sing bree yark, cry bree yark

So with torch, and with sword 

we took our band a'neith the sward

    Sing bree yark, chant bree yark

there in torchy gloom we saw

loverly pictures on the wall

    Sing bree yark, call bree yark

in that dark benieth the mold,

i fear we found but little gold

     Sing bree yark, shout bree yark

deep pit traps that brake our bones

acid blobs, and frightning tombs

and wicked traps that tapped a time

scared us out of boots and minds,

and drove us home in midnight dark

followed by the howl bree-yark!