Marta's Drinking Songs
4. To Brave Ulmo, in Aman [Dol Amroth]
To leave his fine homeland and dwell near our fair shore,
And if he dared journey to the land 'cross the Sea
We would hold him in honour, we'd serve him forevermore.
For this land's pointed stones tore at skin and cracked bone;
Each ship whose bow broke left our young wives alone.
He'd keep us from danger, watching o'er ocean and stream,
And beneath mighty Manwë, we'd hold him supreme.
But Ulmo was abroad, and he heard not our call,
So Manwë, he gathered all Maiar who would hear.
Yet none would journey far, keep Men from their thrall,
Save the lord and his lady who feared not that wild frontier.
Uinen and Ossë journeyed into the fray
Through cold water deep to that far-away bay
Where they greeted the sailors 'neath Anar's summertime gleam,
And beneath mighty Manwë, they held them supreme.
Now the storms, they would leave, and the sailors would thrive,
For the will of these strangers would keep all of them safe.
But they guessed not this strength new from Aman arrived,
And to Ossë, a fierce storm is the finest of play.
'Uinen,' they implored, 'keep a rein on your lord,
For your temper is mild, yet his would wreck our shores.'
And e'er since then, fair Uinen, she has e'er been our queen;
We hold her, o'er Ossë, 'neath Manwë supreme.
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