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'The
Lord of the Rings'
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The
Fellowship of the Ring
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| Upon the
hearth the fire is red (3) |
Snow-white!
Snow-white! (3) |
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| Ho! Ho! Ho!
To the bottle I go (4) |
Sing Hey!
For the bath at close of day (5) |
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| Farewell
we call to hearth and hall (5) |
O! Wanderers
in the shadowed land (6) |
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| Hey dol!
Merry dol! Ring a dong dillo! (6) |
Hop along,
my little friends, up the Withywindle (6) |
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| O! Slender
as a willow-wand (7) |
I had an
errand there (7) |
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| Ho! Tom Bombadil,
Tom Bombadillo (7) |
Cold be hand
and heart and bone (8) |
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| Get out
you old wight! (8) |
Wake now my
merry lads (8) |
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| Hey now!
Come oy now! (8) |
There is an
inn, a merry-old inn (9) |
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| All that
is gold does not glitter (10) |
Gil-galad
was an Elven-king (11) |
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| The leaves
were long. (11) |
Troll sat
alone on his seat of stone (12) |
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| Earandil was a
mariner (1) |
A Elbereth Gilthoniel (1) |
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| Seek for the
sword that was broken (2) |
When winter
first begins to bite (3) |
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An elven maid there was of old (6) |
When evening
in the Shire was grey (8) |
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| I
sang of leaves, of leaves of gold (8) |
Ai! Laurie
lantar lassi surinen (8) |
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Through Rohan over fen and field (1) |
Gondor between the mountains and the
sea (2) |
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| Learn now
the lore of Living Creatures! (4) |
In the willow-meads
of Tasarinan (4) |
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| When Spring
unfolds the beechen leaf (4) |
O Orofarne
Lassemista, Carnimirie! (4) |
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We come, we come with
roll of drum (4)
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Where now
are the Dunedain, Elessar? (5) |
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| Where
now the horse and rider? (6) |
In Dwimordene,
in Lorien (6) |
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The cold hard lands (2) |
Grey as a mouse (3) |
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The Return of the King
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Over land there lies a long shadow
(2) |
From
dark Dunharrow in the dim morning (3) |
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Arise! Arise riders
of Theoden! (5)
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We heard
of the horns in the hills (6) |
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| When the
black breath blows (8) |
Silver flows
the streams (9) |
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| In western
lands beneath the Sun (1) |
Long
live the Halflings! (3) |
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| To the
Sea! To the Sea! (4) |
Sing now ye
people of the Tower (5) |
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| Out of doubt.
Out of dark,(6) |
The Road
goes ever on and on (6) |
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| Still
around the corner there may wait (9) |
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