| Hey dol! |
| merry dol! |
| ring a dol dillo!
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| Ring a dong! |
| hop along! |
| fal lal the willow!
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| Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
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| Hey! |
| Comes merry dol! |
| derry dol! |
| My darling!
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| Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.
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| Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight,
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| Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight,
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| There my pretty lady is, River-womans daughter,
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| Slender as the willow-wand, clearer then the water.
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| Old Tom Bombadil water-lillies bringing
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| Comes hopping home again. |
| Can you hear him singing?
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| Hey! |
| Come merry dol! |
| derry dol! |
| and merry-o,
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| Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!
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| Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away!
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| Tom’s in a hurry now. |
| Evening will follow day.
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| Tom’s going home again water-lillies bringing.
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| Hey! |
| Come derry dol! |
| Can you hear me singing?
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| Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle!
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| Tom’s going on ahead candels for the kindle.
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| Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping.
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| When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open,
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| Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow. |
| Fear no alder black! |
| Heed no hoary willow!
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| Fear neither root nor bough! |
| Tom goes on before you.
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| Hey now! |
| merry dol! |
| We’ll be waiting for you!
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| Hey! |
| Come derry dol! |
| Hop along, my hearties!
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| Hobbits, ponies all! |
| We are found of parties.
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| Now let the fun begin! |
| Let us sing together!
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| Now let the song begin! |
| Let us sing together
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| Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather,
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| Light of the budding leaf, dew on the feather,
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| Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather,
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| Reeds by the shady pool, lillies on the water:
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| Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter! |