| Hint | Answer | % Correct |
|---|---|---|
| Far over | the misty mountains cold | 100%
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| To dungeons deep | and caverns old | 94%
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| We must away | ere break of day | 76%
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| To claim our long | forgotten gold | 76%
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| To dungeons deep | and caverns old | 71%
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| Far over | the misty mountains cold | 71%
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| The trees like torches | blazed with light | 59%
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| We must away | ere break of day | 59%
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| To seek the pale | enchanted gold | 53%
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| The fire was red | it flaming spread | 53%
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| While hammers fell | like ringing bells | 41%
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| In places deep | where dark things sleep | 35%
|
| For ancient king | and elvish lord | 29%
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| In hollow halls | beneath the fells | 29%
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| The pines were roar- | -ing on the height | 29%
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| The dragon fire | in twisted wire | 29%
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| On silver neck- | -laces they strung | 29%
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| The dwarves of yore | made mighty spells | 29%
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| They meshed the light | of moon and sun | 29%
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| The flowering stars | on crowns they hung | 29%
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| Far over | the misty mountains grim | 29%
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| To dungeons deep | and caverns dim | 24%
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| To win our harps | and gold from him | 24%
|
| They shaped and wrought | and light they caught | 24%
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| There lay they long | and many a song | 24%
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| The mountain smoked | beneath the moon | 24%
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| Beneath his feet | beneath the moon | 24%
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| Was sung unheard | by men or elves | 24%
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| We must away | ere break of day | 24%
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| The bells were ringing | in the dale | 24%
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| There many a glea- | -ming golden hoard | 24%
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| The dragon's ire | more fierce than fire | 24%
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| To hide in gems | on hilt of sword | 24%
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| Goblets they carved | there for themselves | 24%
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| And harps of gold | where no man delves | 24%
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| And men looked up | with faces pale | 24%
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| Laid low their towers | and houses frail | 18%
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| The dwarves they heard | the tramp of doom | 18%
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| They fled their hall | to dying fall | 18%
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| The winds were moaning | in the height | 12%
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| Under the Moun- | -tain dark and tall | 12%
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| On silver neck- | -laces they strung | 6%
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| The dwarves of yore | made mighty spells | 6%
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| The light of stars | on crowns they hung | 6%
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| Come haste come haste | across the waste | 0%
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| The king of friend | and kin has need | 0%
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| In hollow halls | beneath the fells | 0%
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| Under the Mountain | dark and tall | 0%
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| The dragon-fire | from twisted wire | 0%
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| And ever so | his foes shall fall | 0%
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| The Worm of Dread | is slain and dead | 0%
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| While hammers fell | like ringing bells | 0%
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| The melody | of harps they wrung | 0%
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| The mountain throne | once more is freed | 0%
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| And ever so | our foes shall fall | 0%
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| The dwarves no more | shall suffer wrong | 0%
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| The heart is bold | that looks on gold | 0%
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| Come back unto | the caverns old | 0%
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| The arrow swift | the Gate is strong | 0%
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| Here at the gates | the king awaits | 0%
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| The sword is sharp | the spear is long | 0%
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| O wandering folk | the summons heed | 0%
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| His foe is dead | the Worm of Dread | 0%
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| The King has come | unto his hall | 0%
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| The king is come | unto his hall | 0%
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| Now call we o- | -ver mountains cold | 0%
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| In places deep | where dark things sleep | 0%
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| His hands are rich | with gems and gold | 0%
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