Over cloud and under hill,
To the waters of the sea,
By quiet hobbit windowsill,
In Rohan, Gondor, Westernesse,
Through marshes and in bad lands,
In Mordor dark they lie,
Some sit in dwarven hands,
Or on the mountains high,
In lonely mountain Erebor,
There jewels and silver are bought,
Where thrush and eagle soar,
And is gold much sought,
Of elves in forest dark,
In Mirkwood there they lie,
In the lone lands bare and stark,
Over misty mountains high,
On Blue Mountains of the south,
Full in Rohan are they found,
At the great rivers mouth,
On Rohirram ground,
In Gondor not are they seen,
Not the ones of other parts,
They lack these ears and noses keen,
These large and noble hearts,
Neither are they in Bree,
Where men and hobbits live,
There scarce are they and bony,
For a heavy price they give,
Over at base of Mountains,
In Rivendell far nigh,
Carved in Pillars and Fountains,
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