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Now sat upon a wooden chair
An aging couple look around
So contented in their little home
And ever fruitful patch of ground
In Staddle now, they spend their days
And ponder how they came to stay
Both Jess and Pia were both raised
In two of Staddle's smallest farms
As bairns they'd play, but when they grew
They'd stroll together arm-in-arm
So soon enough, they were both wed
And came to have their own farmstead
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known