Oh, Sammy Boy, the ring, the ring is calling,
From Barad-Dur and down the mountainside.
My strength is gone, and I fear I am dying.
The Eye will see, and therefore I must hide.
Will we get back where summer's in the meadow?
Back to the Shire? Somehow I don't think so!
But you'll be there, in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh Sammy Boy, oh Sammy Boy, I love you so...