| Sing me a story of Heros of the Shire,
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| Muddling through, brave and true,
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| Stubborn as _______ and tough as old briar.
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| Never too showy or grand.
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| Year after year they persevere,
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| Now and for Always.
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| Hardfoots who planted
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| and storefol in the ground
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| bred to enjoy.
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| slow but sure
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| Fallowhide blood in your veins makes you proud.
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| Sturdy and steady they stand.
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| True to their aim — to stay the same
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| Now and for Always!
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| Sit by the fire light’s glow.
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| Tell us an old tale we know
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| Tell of adventure strange and rare.
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| Never to change, ever to share.
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| Stories we tell will cast their spell,
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| Now and for Always.
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| Sing me a story of Frodo and the Ring,
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| Fearless and bold;
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| Tired and cold!
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| A sword at his side, an elf-blade called «Sting,»
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| Crossing a miserable land.
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| Wouldn’t retreat, just followed his feet,
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| Now and for Always!
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| Sit by the fire light’s glow,
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| Tell us an old tale we know!
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| Tell of adventure strange and rare,
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| Never to change, ever to share.
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| Stories we tell will cast their spell
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| Now and for Always!
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| Sing me a tale of the bravest of them all,
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| Comrade and guide at my side —
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| Stout-hearted Sam who wouldn’t let me fall,
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| Holding my life in his hand.
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| True to the end, no finer friend
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| Now and for Always.
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| Sit by the fire light’s glow…
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| (etc.) |