Oh, with pleasure. The first is not so well-known, but I treasure it dearly. It's called Death of a Rake, and it's more popular in Ferelden, but the chorus goes something like -

[ He clears his throat. And then he sings in a pleasing, resonant baritone, in the common tongue - ]

Smash his head, crush his eyes,
Sever the tongue that tells those lies
Don't believe a word he's said
My dear, the rake must end up dead.