There’s a story spreading all across the Shire
A tale of dust and deceit
How that fiend Ted Sandyman set out to mine
‘I’ll get all the ores’
‘I’ll get all the ores’
Never one to go about his deeds with care
Young Ted set out to mine our land with tools to spare
And soon he set his sights upon the Three-Farthing Stone
‘Mine it for ore, I will’
‘Mine it for ore, I will’
With picks in hand he went
But soon his picks were bent
Didn’t even make a dent
The times may be grand in the Shire
But danger comes from our own
So come on, stand up for the Three-Farthing Stone
So come on, we’ll stand up for the Three-Farthing Stone
With cursing and spitting and the darkest of moods
He soon made new plans based on imported goods
So he ordered a mining pick from toolsmiths in Bree
‘This thing will serve me well’
‘This thing will serve me well’
But oh the tools of men are really quite huge
So when the Quick Post showed up, he felt like a stooge
Mining picks are hard enough to wield when they fit
‘But surely this is good’
‘It’ll serve me well’
He went up to the stone
Raised his pick with a groan
He fell down with a moan
The times may be grand in the Shire
But danger comes from our own
So come on, stand up for the Three-Farthing Stone
So come on, we’ll stand up for the Three-Farthing Stone
So he gave up on the ways of mining ore
His plans stuck in a drawer
Still that dang Three-Farthing Stone made him feel sore
‘I’ll make it suffer’
‘I’ll make it suffer’
That stone just made him sick
So he gave it quite a kick
Now he walks with a stick
The times may be grand in the Shire
But danger comes from our own
So come on, stand up for the Three-Farthing Stone
So come on, we’ll stand up for the Three-Farthing Stone
