Project Tag: Tolkien

Hark the Nine Wraith Riders

Hark the nine wraith riders spring, searching for the missing ring
Middle Earth is where it hides, to the shire nine dark lords ride
Woeful all ye hobbits hide, prancing pony get inside
Aragorn then will proclaim, "don’t tell anyone your name"
Hark the nine wraith riders spring, "Searching for the one lost ring"

Bilbo found it in a cave, lost by Gollum filled with rage;
Then upon his last birthday, to Frodo gave it away
Ring of magic, vile and feared, with it on he disappeared
Better get it to mount doom, dark riders are coming soon,
Hark the nine wraith riders spring, "Searching for the one lost ring"

The Witch king can’t by men be slain, all who face him fear his name,
Meri’s dagger will strike true, and Eowyn’s blade will run him through,
A magic blade from Westerness, left out by Pete Jackson I guess,
Should have kept Tom Bombadil, maybe the next re-make will,
Eight wraith riders on the wing, "Searching for the one lost ring"

Being a Hobbit

Lyrics by Daniel Kelly – 2019 (to the tune of ‘Being a Pirate’ by Don Freed

Oh being a hobbit is all fun and games,
til Gandalf brings dwarves round for tea,   
They eat all your food, they’re incredibly rude,
On a knife blunting, fork bending spree,                                                                                                    
You’re asked on a quest, a thing you detest, 
Unless you are back home by three,           
Oh being a hobbit is all fun and games, 
til Gandalf brings dwarves round for tea

Oh it’s all part of being a Hobbit, you can’t be a hobbit,
Without six meals a day, x 2

Oh being a hobbit is all fun and games,
Until you find a magical ring, 
When you put it on, you’re suddenly gone,
And nobody suspects a thing,
Gollum’s precious he lost, but it comes at a cost,
Some seriously dangerous bling.

Oh being a hobbit is all fun and games,
Till Strider comes on as your guide, 
He doesn’t make second breakfast,
For stops he could car less,
We spend all our time trying to hide,
He’s making us bored, mourning his broken sword,
On his horse we cannot even ride

Oh being a hobbit is all fun and games,
Till Sauron messes with your mind, 
With a great flaming eye, your weakness he’ll spy,
Your soul in the darkness to bind,
His limitless power, grows greater each hour,
The ring he is hoping to find,