A valiant man there was of old
Whose heart the ring took hold
For in his soul did burn a desire
To see his Minas Tirith come to power
Bravely he fought when
All his hope was lost
With slain evil all around
He found his own resting ground
Trying to save halflings from danger
Now he's mourned even by distant strangers
Tears fall freely for he is redeemed
From almost stealing the one ring
Now rests a true king
Floating down the Anduin