1. God Rest Ye Merry Hobbit-folk
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember the brave Dúnedain
Who work both night and day,
To save you all from Sauron's power,
Though he is far away.
*Oh tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
Oh tidings of comfort and joy.
Sleep tight in your dark cosy holes
When the Black people ride,
We will not leave your borderlands
Whilst Mordor folk still bide,
We'll fight and die on your behalf
Though little thanks there be.
A king shall come and leave alone
The Little People's land.
He shall safeguard the Hobbit-folk
Through war and peace, and so
The Shire'll be free from evilness
While Gondor still endures.
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