Ajax Frostbeard, having heard of, and to a lesser degree seen the works of his kin in the making and use of great bombarding cannons in war's past, has written up a song regarding those who operate them. Posting it both in the tavern and in the remembrancer's hall doors.
The Artillerist Dwarf song
Some dwarves are born, banner raised in hand
Oooh That orange and gray too, oh!
And When the minstrels strike up a beat!
Oooh They hand the cart reigns to you, oh!
It ain't me! It ain't me-e-e!
I ain't the infantry, son! no!
It ain't me! It ain't me-e-e!
I'm the dwarf hauling canon.
Some Dwed are born, dreams of War-Rams!
Lo, raised on saddles oh!
And When the legion calls to make a stand
Lo they charging out the hall like a tornado oh!
It ain't me! It ain't me-e-e!
I ain't the Cavalry, Son, no!
It ain't me! It ain't me-e-e!
I'm stuck loading the gun!
The Glory born in Starbreaker eyes
Ooh they on march out to war, Lo!
And when they meet uruks out on the field
ooh they only slaughter more! more! more! yeah!
It ain't me! It ain't me-e-e! I ain't no war hero son, son. It ain't me! It ain't! me! I'm the dwed stuck ranging the gun, gun.
It ain't me! It ain't me-e-e! I ain't the infantry, son! It ain't me! It ain't me-e-e! I'm in the support corps son...