Mark A. Mandel Copr. 2004
ttto "Eddystone Light", trad.
My father was the keeper of the Bree West-gate
And an Entwife took him one night to mate.
From this union there came three:
A hobbit and a Huorn and the other was me.
Oh, ho, ho, the trees roam free,
Ho for the life on the hill of Bree!
One night while I was a-beatin' of the bounds,
Lookin' at the fence all around the town,
I heard a voice a-callin' "Hoom!",
And there was me mother stridin' in from Coombe.
Oh, ho, ho, the trees roam free,
Ho for the life on the hill of Bree!
"Oh, what has become of my children three?"
My mother then she asked of me.
"One is an ostler in Butterbur's yard
And the other was torched at Isengard."
Oh, ho, ho, the trees roam free,
Ho for the life on the hill of Bree!
The moonlight flashed in her leafy hair.
I looked again and me mother wasn't there.
But she shouts every year on the selfsame date:
"To hell with the keeper of the Bree West-gate!"
Oh, ho, ho, the trees roam free,
Ho for the life on the hill of Bree!
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