16. Hobbiton
Author’s note:
Sung by Meriadoc, composed by him on a visit to his cousin Bilbo. Based on the Beatles’ “Penny Lane.”
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In Hobbiton there is a brewer filling barrels full
Of all the ale that it’s his pleasure to sup
And all the Hobbits that wander up
Stop and have a cup
On the corner is a blacksmith with a mighty frown
The little children hold him in most high respect
Yet the blacksmith always plays a clown
On Midsummer’s day, it’s very strange
Hobbiton is in my eyes and on my skin.
There in front of Bilbo’s own Bag End
I sit, and meanwhile down
In Hobbiton there is a miller with a surly tongue
And in his mill-house is a great and grinding stone
He likes to grumble that he’s never done
But he works alone
Hobbiton is in my eyes and in my skin.
There in front of Bilbo’s own Bag End
I sit, and meanwhile down
Behind the stables where the farmers keep their willing nags
Gaffer Gamgee’s selling taters when he may
And though he makes a bit o’ coin that way
It may take all day.
In Hobbiton the brewer fills another barrel full
We see the blacksmith coming for his noontime mug
And the miller brings along his son
On Midsummer’s day, it’s very strange
Hobbiton is in my eyes and in my skin.
There in front of Bilbo’s own Bag End
I sit, and meanwhile down
Hobbiton is in my eyes and in my skin.
There in front of Bilbo’s own Bag End
Hobbiton.
Sung by Meriadoc, composed by him on a visit to his cousin Bilbo. Based on the Beatles’ “Penny Lane.”
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In Hobbiton there is a brewer filling barrels full
Of all the ale that it’s his pleasure to sup
And all the Hobbits that wander up
Stop and have a cup
On the corner is a blacksmith with a mighty frown
The little children hold him in most high respect
Yet the blacksmith always plays a clown
On Midsummer’s day, it’s very strange
Hobbiton is in my eyes and on my skin.
There in front of Bilbo’s own Bag End
I sit, and meanwhile down
In Hobbiton there is a miller with a surly tongue
And in his mill-house is a great and grinding stone
He likes to grumble that he’s never done
But he works alone
Hobbiton is in my eyes and in my skin.
There in front of Bilbo’s own Bag End
I sit, and meanwhile down
Behind the stables where the farmers keep their willing nags
Gaffer Gamgee’s selling taters when he may
And though he makes a bit o’ coin that way
It may take all day.
In Hobbiton the brewer fills another barrel full
We see the blacksmith coming for his noontime mug
And the miller brings along his son
On Midsummer’s day, it’s very strange
Hobbiton is in my eyes and in my skin.
There in front of Bilbo’s own Bag End
I sit, and meanwhile down
Hobbiton is in my eyes and in my skin.
There in front of Bilbo’s own Bag End
Hobbiton.
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