The house that hit a witch

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
We were marching down the mountain, just a standard mining crew
With our pickaxes and shovels and a heavy task to do.
We were dreaming of the darkness and the safety of the seam,
When we saw a sight in Genua that felt just like a dream.
Three tall-hats in the middle of a swirling, magic gale,
One was skinny, one was flowery, and one looked like a whale.
Then the sky began to splinter and the wind began to rouse,
And right on top of Nanny Ogg—there fell a bloody house!
​(Chorus)
Oh! The timber hit the cobbles with a thunderous, woody crack,
We thought the round-faced lady wouldn’t be a-coming back!
It dropped out of the ether like a heavy, brick-built stone,
And left us Dwarfs a-staring, chilled right to the bone.
We’ve survived the deepest caverns and the cave-ins in the dark,
But we’ve never seen a cottage land exactly on its mark!
​(Verse 2)
Well, Magrat started screaming like a whistle in a mine,
And Granny stood there scowling, looking terrifyingly fine.
She didn’t rush to help her, she just leaned upon her stick,
While we reached for our Dwarf Bread—which is heavier than brick!
Aye, we clutched our stone-baked rations, ready for a fight or blow,
Hard enough to crack a skull or stub a giant’s toe.
But then we saw a movement ‘neath the porch and window-frame,
And heard a muffled cackle that put every storm to shame!
​(Bridge)
Then out from under floorboards crawled a creature from the pit,
A one-eyed ball of ginger fur that didn’t like a bit
Of being flattened by a chimney—he was snarling at the sky,
Old Greebo looked like murder was a-twinkling in his eye!
He hissed at every dwarf of us, he spat at every leaf,
The only cat in history to give a landslide grief!
​(Verse 3)
Then Nanny poked her head out through a gap beside the door,
She dusted off her apron and she spat upon the floor.
"It’ll take more than a kitchen and a roof to settle me!"
She yelled to Mistress Weatherwax, "I’m gasping for my tea!"
We stood there with our mouths agape, forgotten in the road,
Watching Witches treat a falling house just like a hopping toad.
Granny said, "You’re late, Gytha," with a look of pure disdain,
As if the falling architecture was a light and summer rain.
​(Outro)
So if you’re traveling Genua, keep a weather eye above,
It’s not just birds and dragons or the spirits of a dove.
It’s cottages and manors falling down without a sound,
And Lancre witches walking out from underneath the ground!
(Shouted)
Watch your heads!
Pass the Dwarf Bread!
And mind the cat!
(Finish with a sudden, heavy drum thud)