In our hour of trouble, who do we need?
An adventurous hobbit on a very big steed
Who'll ride out the bounds at very high speed
Just sit round the fire and watch that hobbit go
And sing of the deeds of the hobbit hero!
A pack full of pies, a sword in their hand
They pass the Brandywine, in to furrin lands
Through valleys of stone and wastelands of sand
Brigands may chase, and stones they may throw
But they bounce off the shield of the hobbit hero!
