IF I LOST YOU MERRY
The hobbit who grasped my hand
In times of trouble in a troubled land
Who watched my back when chaos was near
Who took up a sword and showed no fear
The wit of a dwarf and reach of a man
Who can give wise words as any elf can
He who reprimands for my own good
Who reminds me of my place, as any friend should
With pipe weed at hand, he had extra just in case
He watched as I rode to an unfamiliar place
My friend who is a hobbit noble and true
Someone we all looked for as someone who knew
The hobbit who lies in my arms, wounded and sore
The hobbit who was slain in the midst of a war
His armor is heavier then I can carry
I don't know what I would do if I lost you Merry…