| At The Sign Of The Prancing Pony |
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| Hey! |
| Ho! |
| To the bottle I go. |
| To heal my heart and drown my woe. |
| Rain may fall and wind may blow, |
| But there still be many miles to go. |
| Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain, |
| And the stream that falls from hill to plain. |
| Better than rain or rippling brook… |
| Is a mug of beer inside this Took! |
