Lads in the Shire Songtext
von Marc Gunn

Come young hobbit maidens where′er you have been
To the hills you call home and the Green Dragon Inn
In all Middle Earth, you'll ne′er find a friend
Like the lads that were reared in the Shire

Your dwarf feasts away in caverns so tall
Your parties with men-folk, your great elven balls
For a dance 'neath the Tree is worth ten in the hall
With the lads that were reared in the Shire

Take a walk 'round your cities, its walls reach the sky
Gaze on the White Tree and Tower with pride,
But the best pipe-weeds′ grown on the Farthing′s south side
By the lads that were reared in the Shire

Your dwarf feasts away in caverns so tall
Your parties with men-folk, your great elven balls
For a dance 'neath the Tree is worth ten in the hall
With the lads that were reared in the Shire


When Gandalf needs bearers or burglars to send
On a mission quest thing, there and back again
Even unto the Black Gates they′re true to the end
Are the lads that were reared in the Shire

Your dwarf feasts away in caverns so tall
Your parties with men-folk, your great elven balls
For a dance 'neath the Tree is worth ten in the hall
With the lads that were reared in the Shire

Now Rivendell boasts of their songs and their prose
And Fangorn can boast for the trees that Ents grow
But give me the land where the Brandywine flows
And the green rolling hills of the Shire

Your dwarf feasts away in caverns so tall
Your parties with men-folk, your great elven balls
For a dance ′neath the Tree is worth ten in the hall
With the lads that were reared in the Shire

Your dwarf feasts away in caverns so tall
Your parties with men-folk, your great elven balls
For a dance 'neath the Tree is worth ten in the hall
With the lads that were reared in the Shire