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Wee timid, hungry, half-grown hobbit,
Living in hole like ony rabbit,
Ye need not gang, ‘gainst a’ thy habit,
Near Auld Mon Willow
Where’er ye next come to the road,
The Ringwraiths follow.
And go not nigh the wight in barrow
Thy courage sma’ his touch will harrow
But get thee on to Bree tomorrow
And meet with Strider
His wisdom may suffice to hide thee
From yon Black Rider
I doubt not, Weathertop may give
Thee cause to doubt, but thou maun live!
To Rivendell, to council grave
Thy errand goes.
And onward, to the Mount of Doom,
Through hosts of foes.
Let Isengard by Ents by ruined.
And Fellowship can find its truants,
Ye must awa’ to Orodruin
Wi’ Sam alane
Though Gollum lead you false, and Orcs
Pursue in vain.
Sauron’s might thou’lt break again
Better than did Isildur then
The best laid plans of Maia and man
Gang aft agley.
But Aragorn and sweet Arwen
Shall wed in joy!
Still thou art curst, who bore the Ring
To find no joy in any thing
So seek the Havens grey, and sing
Earendil’s song
To Elvenhome across the sea
The way is long.