THE HOBBITS' HOMECOMING SONG
Attributed to Samwise Gamgee
Translated into the English of the Seventh Age by Irony-chan
From hearth and hole we've wandered far
From mountains to the seas
Through dwarven-mines and goblin-haunts
Seen Orcs and Elves and Oliphaunts
And woods of talking trees
But now our thoughts turn back to home
With fires burning bright
And how we long to lay our heads
On pillows soft in feather beds
And sleep there through the night
And soon we'll bathe in water hot
With soap and brush in hand
We'll wash away the journey's dirt
And don a freshly laundered shirt
Oh, won't that feel grand!
And how we've missed six meals a day
We're looking forward to
Sausages and fried tomatoes
Gravy over mashed potatoes
Piping mutton stew
We want to fill our favourite pipes
And light the fragrant weed
To sit and smoke beneath the moon
And hum ourselves our favourite tune
Is paradise indeed!
And then we'll sit in taverns warm
With mugs of frothy beer
We'll tell of places we have been
And tales of the things we've seen
For all who want to hear
We've took our fill of travelling
No more our feet will roam
Adventure's for the big and tough
Us little folk have had enough
And now we're going home