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| 1. |
| 2:33 | 
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In faerie forest 'neath the moon
As silver stars hung shimmering There danced the lovely Endereth As light in shadows glimmering A nightingale did sing its song From a lofty oaken tower Her gown the moon made milky white As starlight seemed to shower To make a helm of diamond light Fit for an elven princess The night did weave a starry crown To grace her golden tresses On that night fair Elrenn strode With armor made of sunlight The shadows fled before his feet To make the very air bright The Elven blade Anoniel Was hung upon his side His shield was forged by Dwarven hands And made of Dragon hide Elrenn was a warrior proud Who'd wandered long and weary Into the Elven glade he crept To see a vision eerie He beheld fair Endereth And heard the nightbird calling Her beauty snared him as with chains His heart for her was falling Endereth did make a spell To draw proud Elrenn to her He caught her up in mighty arms To hold her fast and woo her Then dancing there in Elven wood Twain, for a time were one Both night and day the moon and sun As spells about them spun |
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| 2. |
| 1:56 |
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Beneath a bridge on the eastern road
And not too far from Bree The Old Troll hides and waits for you He'll drink your blood for tea! He'll grind your skull to make a stew And if there's anything left of you The wolves will feast upon your bones The birds'll have the rest Hi Ho and Hey Diddle-Dee Just beyond the town of Bree Tarry there and you may see The Old Troll make his supper If ya ever travel east I'm sure he'd like to meet'cha He'll share with you a heady brew And then he'll try to eat'cha Dwarves he thinks a dainty treat Men he likes the most to eat Hobbits he would love to try But he can never catch 'em Hi Ho and Hey Diddle-Dee Just beyond the town of Bree Tarry there and you may see The Old Troll make his supper |
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| 3. |
| 5:58 |
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The old Troll sat beneath the bridge
And waited out the hours He dreamed of pretty princesses And white and lofty towers He longed to eat the sweetest treat And one he’d never tasted A maiden fair beyond compare Spiced and nicely basted A maiden dear was walking near Out in the nighttime chilling This lovely lass, she held no fear Of trolls and all their killing A fairer maid he’d never seen Far too fair for grilling instead he thought to ask a dance To see if she were willing A yimmering, a yammering A beating and a clamoring So hard his heart was hammering He feared for his own life A yimmering, a yammering While stammering and glamoring He found her so enamoring He never saw the knife The knife? The knife. The knife! He never saw the knife! For her bodice so revealing It sent his head a reeling her hem so high, unto her thigh It caused an eerie feeling One that Troll was most unsure of He’d never known before He should be done with his first course And heading back for more For Troll had never been in love What was Troll thinking of He’d never eat this dainty girl As pretty as a dove So they danced the night away And soon the break of day Was coming fast when then our lass Decided not to stay A yimmering, a yammering A beating and a clamoring So hard his heart was hammering He feared for his own life A yimmering, a yammering While stammering and glamoring He found her so enamoring He never saw the knife The knife? The knife. The knife! He never saw the knife! She’d had enough of making bluff The Troll would soon grow wary Or even worse, and such a curse He’d ask for her to marry And so her knife was brought to bear She snuck up form behind But Trolls are thick and knives don’t stick As she was soon to find The cock did crow, the sun did glow A curse upon his kind He held her tight in meaty arms For stone was sure to bind And to her shock he turned to rock As daybreak fell anew She screamed and fought to free herself Which she was not to do A yimmering, a yammering A beating and a clamoring So hard his heart was hammering He feared for his own life A yimmering, a yammering While stammering and glamoring He found her so enamoring He never saw the knife The knife? The knife. The knife! He never saw the knife! A statue stands in yonder wood Though not a statue really The summer sun shines over it The winter wind blows chilling Beneath its shadow lying there A knife and bits of bone Thus Troll and lady pass the years Together yet alone A yimmering, a yammering A beating and a clamoring So hard his heart was hammering He feared for his own life A yimmering, a yammering While stammering and glamoring He found her so enamoring He never saw the knife The knife? The knife. The knife! He never saw the knife! |
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| 4. |
| 3:53 |
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Orc was crouched on the cavern floor
And kept an eye on the oaken door For many a night he'd watched it close To see who might appear. Oh dear! See him leer? He's clutching a mighty spear! Orc was guarding a mighty stash And any who'd come he'd have to slash For stacked on high in the cavern behind Were kegs of goblin beer Oh dear! To his rear The Goblin King kept all his beer! Dwarf was thirsty as he crawled To the oaken door on the cliff face wall His nose had caught the scent of ale Oh what a sweet sensation. Elation! Fixation! He's found the Goblin's libation. Dwarf and Orc A battle not worth telling Spear or cork With which should ye be assailing Just pop a dwarf on the head with a cork And see if his axe don't sing! Just take that axe upon yer skull And see if yer head don't ring! With his axe he smote the place But no surprise on the Goblin's face Whilst guarding he'd just helped himself And drank all the Goblin King's brew Oh boo! What to do? He's got himself into a stew! The door came crashing in on Orc Who'd traded his spear for a beer to uncork His drunken smile was soon replaced As Dwarven axe did cleave that face What a case - of disgrace The dwarf was king of the place So in the dark he felt around But nothing intact was to be found The bottles smashed, the kegs all dry The Orc had drunk the lot Found it not! Such a sot! And deserving of what he had got! Dwarf and Orc A battle not worth telling Spear or cork With which should ye be assailing Just pop a dwarf on the head with a cork And see if his axe don't sing! Just take that axe upon yer skull And see if yer head don't ring! |
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| 5. |
| 2:41 |
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I've got no use for dragons,
I've got no use for swords I'll never make a wordy toast To a table full of lords Of pearls and opals give me none of rubies red as fire, the beer at The Prancing Pony is all that I desire. Some kings may sip from a cup of gold But a wooden mug is all I'll hold! To drink the dainty mead of kings I never did aspire! The King once marched to Morannon Gate With an army proud and fair, To take the war of Mordor To the Dark Lord's very lair. And when at last the day was won A new age for the world begun And Butterbur made his finest brew, There never was a better! The hour late, my thirst was great the crowd began to sing. But all grew quiet, for what a sight when in there walked the King! A round he bought for the happy throng And then the King began a song. He raised his mug of beer on high, And this is what he said... Some kings may sip from a cup of gold But a wooden mug is all I'll hold! To drink the dainty mead of kings I never did aspire! |
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| 6. |
| 4:11 | 
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| 7. |
| 3:27 |
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The man in the wood had a silver sword
His coat was of green and gray Without a sound he walked the ground He’d come a weary way Alas the night was falling When up ahead a-calling Rose such a frightful bawling He ne’er had heard before A Halfling lad was camping near To fish from the streams of the glade He heard the screech and leapt to reach His trusty hunting blade Alas the night was falling When up ahead a-calling Rose such a frightful bawling He ne’er had heard before The man dashed into the Hobbit camp The Hobbit clutched his knife He saw the silver sword now drawn, Felt threatened for his life Alas the night was falling When up ahead a-calling Rose such a frightful bawling He ne’er had heard before This little lad had naught to fear From the man with the silver sword Who pushed him back and proudly stood Like an ancient warrior lord Alas the night was falling When up ahead a-calling Rose such a frightful bawling He ne’er had heard before As darkness fell the sound came close And crashing through the trees A hooded thing with a golden ring That’d make your blood to freeze Alas the night was falling When up ahead a-calling Rose such a frightful bawling He ne’er had heard before The man in the wood, though fear he felt Did wield his sword while singing Of ancient days and mighty ways His sword with death was stinging Alas the night was falling When up ahead a-calling Rose such a frightful bawling He ne’er had heard before The man in the wood, his battle done Then turned and spoke to the boy “Back to Bree; away with thee! And live to know of joy!” Alas the night was falling And now with dinner a-calling The Halfling turned to wave farewell But the man in the wood was gone |
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| 8. |
| 2:12 |
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A band of merry travelers
When I was but a child Caught me up and headed off Into the forest wild We wandered ‘neath a leafy realm Where never light had shown And straying from a well worn path I found myself alone The night I heard an elven song I’d lost the trail and wandered long But I never lost the memory of The elven melody I found myself alone and lost Where never man had strayed When somewhere just ahead I heard The sweetest serenade Is that a light I see up there A fire burning bright Are elven minstrels singing fair Unto the forest night But as I blundered towards the sound Of voices sad and sweet The light was gone and so the sound Of voices sad and sweet Don’t leave me here to pine alone Come back and sing your song And maybe you will tarry here And let me sing along The night I heard an elven song I’d lost the trail and wandered long But I never lost the memory of The elven melody |
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| 9. |
| 2:34 |
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As I walk tiredly toward the west
And think of all I’ve seen and done Fortress tall and cavern deep Old forest dark, the ocean wide And climbing up the mountain side My road then led me further on So I journeyed westward As I walk tiredly toward the west My heart cries out for hearth and home Familiar faces, friendly smiles Now all I know is left behind Until at last one day I’ll find My road will lead me home once more To go no more a-questing Am I to loose my way again? Never to see your sweet smile my friend? I’ll search to find you and bring you home once more My true love Far away As I walk tiredly toward the west My heart cries out for hearth and home Familiar faces, friendly smiles Now all I know is left behind Until at last one day I’ll find My road will lead me home once more To go no more a-questing |
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| 10. |
| 2:41 |
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'Neath these trees
Towering to the sky I have walked the years Forest home I have heard the call And must say good-bye Fare thee well I sail upon the dawn To another world That beckons me Hold to me closer While you tarry Here with me The sea bell is chiming My ship sets sail Farewell to thee Here we stand Waiting though we know That the time has come Call to me in dreams I will come to you And we'll walk once more On this silver shore Hold to me closer While you tarry Here with me The sea bell is chiming My ship sets sail Farewell to thee |
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| 11. |
| 5:08 |
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| 12. |
| 4:41 |
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Old Tom Bombadil dozed upon the mound
Snored so loud he was heard underground Dreaming was our Tom of his dearest lady fair Sweet Goldberry, dressed with flowers in her hair Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew To the River Woman’s daughter I’ll remain forever true Old Ghost King in the barrow dank was waiting Chains he was a-rattling while spells he was a making Old Tom Bombadil had better wake form dreaming Of the River Daughter, her smile bright and gleaming Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew To the River Woman’s daughter I’ll remain forever true Up rose the Barrow Wight with wicked sword a waving Up jumped Bombadil who then began a raving “Go back to your tomb now! Go far away from here! You’ve woken me from dreaming of my Goldberry dear!” Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew To the River Woman’s daughter I’ll remain forever true Cursed was the Barrow King, no more he’d be a raising So Tom skipped home to the warm fire a-blazing Goldberry laughed out loud “Tom, how was your resting?” She’d heard all the goings on and surely now was jesting! Sweet Goldberry, fresh as morning dew To the River Woman’s daughter I’ll remain forever true |
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| 13. |
| 3:07 |
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Balin Longbeard was his name
A Dwarf of great renown was he This rude and nasty Dwarf of fame ‘Twas never known for courtesy While making wind in crowded rooms His nose ran constantly And all good folk found Balin lacked A single trace of modesty But Balin was a rich old thing As many famous bards are known to sing Though Balin wanted to be king The Dwarven folk would never hear of it In fact they showed a fear of it And sensible were they! Never mind the Orcs he’d slain All his victories were in vain He’d even killed a Troll or two But a Dwarven crown he ne’er could gain For Balin was a nasty sort The people all could smell him This vile old gent would not relent For none of them would tell him But Balin was a rich old thing As many famous bards are known to sing Though Balin wanted to be king The Dwarven folk would never hear of it In fact they showed a fear of it And sensible were they! If he would only take a bath Then the Dwarves might ease their wrath He filled the tub, they gathered round They had to see the aftermath So bad he smelt the soap did melt The filth would not come off him He turned the water black as mud And so the Dwarves did scoff at him But Balin was a rich old thing As many famous bards are known to sing Though Balin wanted to be king The Dwarven folk would never hear of it In fact they showed a fear of it And sensible were they! |
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