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A/N The lyrics need work; sorry. Have been wrestling with this song the better part of a month. The tune came easily, but the words are not so obliging.
This is an old tune amongst Shire-folk, found in all the Farthings and as far away as Bree. Several versions are in existence, each telling of a tragedy.
In one version, the mother and wife of a hobbit tell him "Don't go wandering no more," and he promises to stay at home after a last journey... from which he never returns. In another, they tell him not to go sailing, but he ends up "going to Sea" -- never to be seen again. And whenever a pony race is run anywhere in the Shire, you'll hear the version copied here.
(Wife) With the race on the morrow, I blinked back a tear
(Brother) Your pony is clever, your pony is fast.
(Hobbit) My pony is clever, my pony is fast.
(At the same time, wife sings)
(Wife) The flowers are sweet where my dear one doth lie,
For the music, please click "Here". Be patient, it may take the midi file a moment or two to load.
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