Iron and Battle - Poetry from Valan (what?)

The following piece of verse was discovered in an old journal dating back to the Third Sarvonian War. The poem is believed to describe a siege on one of the northern cities, shortly after the Battle of Four Swords in 292 b.S. The poem is believed to be the work of a soldier, and was first published in Zhinwold Grinth's "Heroes of Battle".

Gold for the master,
Silver for the maid,
Copper for the crafstman working at his trade.
Fine! said the Graven sitting in his hall
But iron- cold iron- is the master of them all.

Pewter for the tankards,
Tin for the plates,
Wood for the drunkard messing up the place.
Good! said the innkeep, leaning by a stall
But iron- cold iron- is the master of them all

Bread for the bellies,
Ale for our cups!
Slop is for pigs, see how they drink it up.
Yes! Said the halfling, speaking with a drawl
But iron- cold iron- is the master of them all

Torches to the buildings!
Fields to the flame!
Death to the weaklings fleeing at our name!
Ashz! said the grim orc, looking at the pall
But iron- cold iron- is the master of them all

Pitch for the darklings,
Archers to the wall!
Water for the horses waiting in their stalls.
Well! said the guardsman, standing on the wall
But iron- cold iron- is the master of them all

Hammers for the anvil
Steel for the blade
Axes to the darklings plying the grim trade
Thraz! said the dwarf lord, grinning at the brawl
But iron- cold iron- is the master of them all

Feathers for the arrows,
Strings on the bows,
Peace for the fallen, keep them from our foes.
Aih! Said the elven, waiting for their call
But iron- cold iron- is the master of them all

Shoes for the horses!
Swords to your sides!
Men at the ready, 'tis time for us to ride!
Charge! Said the horsemen riding to the wall
And iron- cold iron- was master of them all.

Astute readers, students of literature or language and others may find the meter and rhyme of this familiar.
Parts of the first verse/stanza/howeveryoucallitI'mnotapoet, have been lovingly derived and borrowed from Rudyard Kipling. My research into copyright law and public domain suggests that Kipling's (who was british) work is now in the public domain. The original poem, Cold Iron, can be found all over the internet. I myself found someone who had borrowed it for a signature and it wrote itself from there. Make of it what you will. I've highlighted two verse-things that don't quite work, and could be removed if need be (particularly the bit about the halfling, it doesn't quite work, but someone might know how to fix it) Suggestions for a better title are also appreciated.