Come one, c'mall, Everybody, all ye gather round!
Take a seat'n grab an ale, an sip, or take a pound.
Either one is fine with me, so long as decide,
That some kinda pipe-weed is the apple of yer eye!
Well I got Sweet Green in me pockets, Southlinch in my bag.
Rushlight with the Southlinch and Lobelia to be had,
Old toby, Shire sweet leaf, Eagles' nest just take yer pick!
Grab a pipe, an' get a match and light't up real quick!
Sadly all the pipe-weed will be gone when winter comes...
But that's no cause to sit around, with thumbs inside your bums...
Just stock up over winter, find a spot out of the wind..
Then take up your hidden stash, and light your pipe again!
Always know that summer comes, and pipe-weed grows again,
At Walford's, You'll find all of the best from Bree to Amon Hen.
Everyone's astounded by the products that we sell,
So make find yourself ol' Hedger, if your sick or feelin' well!
