Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all. One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

The Road goes ever on and on 
Down from the door where it began. 
0Now far ahead the Road has gone, 
And I must follow, if I can, 
Pursuing it with weary feet, 
Until it joins some larger way, 
Where many paths and errands meet. 
And whither than? I cannot say.

  	
Upon the hearth the fire is red, 
Beneath the roof there is a bed; 
But not yet weary are our feet, 
Still round the corner we may meet 
A sudden tree or standing stone 
That none have seen but we alone. 
Tree and flower and leaf and grass, 
Let them pass! Let them pass! 
Hill and water under sky, 
Pass them by! Pass them by! 

Still round the corner there may wait 
A new road or a secret gate,
And though we pass them by today,
Tomorrow we may come this way 
And take the hidden paths that run 
Toward the Moon or to the Sun 
Apple, thorn, and nut and sloe, 
Let them go! Let them go! 
Sand and stone and pool and dell, 
Fare you well! Fare you well!  

Home is behind, the word ahead, 
And there are many paths to tread 
Through shadows to the edge of night, 
Until the stars are all alight. 
Then world behind and home ahead, 
We'll wander back to home and bed. 
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade, 
Away shall fade! Away shall fade! 
Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,
 And then to bed! And then to bed!  	

Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear! 
O Queen beyond the Western Seas! 
O Light to us that wander here 
Amid the world of woven trees! 

Gilthoniel! O Elbereth! 
Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath, 
Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee 
In a far land beyond the Sea.  

O stars that in the Sunless Year
With shining hand by her were sown,
In windy fields now bright and clear 
We see your silver blossom blown!  

O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! 
We still remember, we who we dwell 
In this far land beneath the trees, 
Thy star light on the Western Seas

Ho! Ho! Ho! to the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe. 
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
And many miles be still to go, 
But under a tall tree I will lie, 
And let the clouds go sailing by.
  	

Sing hey! For the bath at close of day
That washes the weary mud away! 
A loon is he that will not sing: 
O! Water Hot is noble thing!  

O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain, 
And the brook that leaps from hill to plain; 
But better than rain or rapid streams 
Is Water Hot that smokes and steams.  

O! Water cold we may pour at need 
Down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed; 
But better is Beer, if drink we lack, 
And Water Hot poured down the back.  

O! Water is fair that leaps on high 
In a fountain white beneath the sky; 
But never did fountain sound so sweet 
As splashing Hot Water with my feet!

Farewell we call to hearth and hall! 
Though wind may blow and rain may fall, 
We must away ere break of day 
Far over wood and mountain tall.
  

To Rivendell, where Elves yet dwell 
In glades beneath the misty fell, 
Through moor and waste we ride in haste, 
And whither then we cannot tell  

With foes ahead, behind us dread, 
Beneath the sky shall be our bed, 
Until at last our toil be passed, 
Our journey done, our errand sped.  

We must away! We must away! 
We ride before the break of day

	
O! Wanderers in the shadowed land 
Despair not! For though dark they stand, 
All woods there must end at last, 
And see the open sun go past: 
The setting sun, The rising sun, 
The day's end, or the day begun. 
For east or west all woods must fail…