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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. 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. The moon set sail upon the gale, and stars were fanned to leaping light. It left the world and took its flight over the wide seas of the night. It passed the lonely Mountain bare and swept above the dragon's lair : there black and dark lay boulders stark and flying smoke was in the air. The grasses hissed, their tassels bent, the reeds were rattling-on it went o' er shaken pool under heavens cool where racing clouds were torn and rent. The branches groaned, the forest moaned, And leaves were laid upon the mould. The wind came down from mountains cold, And like a tide it roared and rolled. The wind went on from West to East all movement in the forest ceased, but shrill and harsh across the marsh its whistling voices were released. The wind was on the withered heath, But in the forest stirred no leaf, There shadows lay by night and day, And dark things silent crept beneath.
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The wind came down from mountains cold, and like a tide it roared and rolled the branches groaned, the forest moaned, and leaves were laid upon the mould.
THE WIND WAS ON THE WITHERED HEATH CRACK
Chip the glasses and crack the plates! Blunt the knives and bend the forks! That's what Bilbo Baggins hates- Smash the bottles and burn the corks! Cut the cloth and tread on the fat! Pour the milk on the pantry floor! Leave the bones on the bedroom mat! Splash the wine on every door! Dump the crocks in a boiling bowl Pound them up with a thumping pole And when you've finished, if any are whole, Send them down the hall to roll! That's what Bilbo Baggins hates! So, carefully! carefully with the plates!ĭwarves' Song T he wind was on the withered heath, but in the forest stirred no leaf: there shadows lay by night and day, and dark things silent crept beneath.