*Rosie is riding through the woods on a little white mule, singing sweetly*
Rosie [sung]: Saint Bracegirdle, Saint Bracegirdle
It's Rose Cotton, remember me?
Saint Bracegirdle, Saint Bracegirdle
I'm over here beneath this tree
You know how faithful and devout I've been
You must admit I've always been a lamb
But Bracegirdle, Saint Bracegirdle
I won't obey you any more
You've gone a bit too far
I won't be bid and bargained for like 'shrooms at a bazaar
Saint Bracegirdle, I've run away, eluded them and fled
And from now on I intend to pray to someone else instead
Oh, Bracegirdle, Saint Bracegirdle
Where were you when my youth was sold?
Dear Bracegirdle, sweet Bracegirdle
Shan't I be young before I'm old?
Where are the simple joys of hobbithood?
Where are all those adoring, daring lads?
Where's the boy pining so for me
He follows a ring-bear' for me?
Oh, where are a Hobbit's simple joys?
Shan't I have the normal life a Halfling should?
Shall I never be rescued in the wood?
Shall two boys never tilt for me
And let carrots be spilt for me?
Oh, where are the simple joys of hobbithood?
Shall I not be on a riverboat
Worshipped and drooled over?
Not be carried off or, better still
Cause a little war?
Where are the simple joys of hobbithood?
Are these sweet, gentle pleasures gone for good?
Shall a feud not begin for me?
Shall kith not kill their kin for me?
Oh, where are the trivial joys
Harmless convivial joys
Where are the simple joys of hobbithood?
Rosie [sung]: Saint Bracegirdle, Saint Bracegirdle
It's Rose Cotton, remember me?
Saint Bracegirdle, Saint Bracegirdle
I'm over here beneath this tree
You know how faithful and devout I've been
You must admit I've always been a lamb
But Bracegirdle, Saint Bracegirdle
I won't obey you any more
You've gone a bit too far
I won't be bid and bargained for like 'shrooms at a bazaar
Saint Bracegirdle, I've run away, eluded them and fled
And from now on I intend to pray to someone else instead
Oh, Bracegirdle, Saint Bracegirdle
Where were you when my youth was sold?
Dear Bracegirdle, sweet Bracegirdle
Shan't I be young before I'm old?
Where are the simple joys of hobbithood?
Where are all those adoring, daring lads?
Where's the boy pining so for me
He follows a ring-bear' for me?
Oh, where are a Hobbit's simple joys?
Shan't I have the normal life a Halfling should?
Shall I never be rescued in the wood?
Shall two boys never tilt for me
And let carrots be spilt for me?
Oh, where are the simple joys of hobbithood?
Shall I not be on a riverboat
Worshipped and drooled over?
Not be carried off or, better still
Cause a little war?
Where are the simple joys of hobbithood?
Are these sweet, gentle pleasures gone for good?
Shall a feud not begin for me?
Shall kith not kill their kin for me?
Oh, where are the trivial joys
Harmless convivial joys
Where are the simple joys of hobbithood?
