Bonus Content: Pot o' Gold

A fun little ragtime about collecting on gnomish gambling debts. © Jason Phelps 2019.

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Somewhere out there, there’s a Gnome

Who owes me a pot o’ gold

Won it from him in a game of bridge

So I’ll take what I’m owed

I’ve searched up high, searched down low

Find that Gnome where’er he goes

Wring his neck and twist his toes

Until I get my gold

We drank that Gnomish brandy

And you know how that goes

He lost the game and sold me

A great fat pot o’ gold

Bright as sun, soft as tin

Deep enough for you to swim

Somewhere out there, there’s a Gnome

Who owes me a pot o’ gold

He promised he would settle up

Come on when we were sober

And if I missed him at the dawn

To his home, I’d come over

And welcome I, his new best friend

To his house at the rainbow’s end

Somewhere out there, there’s a Gnome

Who owes me a pot o’ gold

I woke up early afternoon

He’s nowhere to be seen

I curse my drunken wager

Oh what a fool I've been

I searched up high, searched down low

Can’t find that bleedin’ rainbow

Somewhere out there, there’s a Gnome

Who owes me a pot o’ gold

Well many years since giving up

The strangest sight I saw

Between three stones deep in the wood

I found a standing door

I pull it open, in I go

I found the end of the rainbow

Somewhere out there, there’s a Gnome

Who owes me a pot o’ gold

I found my Gnome friend waiting there

With all the gold he owes

“What took you so bleedin’ long,

Take your gold and go”

He kicked me out with gold to spend

I’ve never found that door again

Somewhere out there, there’s a Gnome

Who gave me a pot o’ gold