Book I: THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE BEER
Three Pints for the Elven-kings the cider drinkers,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their Undergrounds of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to get drunk,
One for the Drunk Lord behind his dark bench
In the Pub of Mordor where Beers flow.
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their Undergrounds of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to get drunk,
One for the Drunk Lord behind his dark bench
In the Pub of Mordor where Beers flow.
One Beer to rule them all, One Beer to find them,
One Beer to bring them at the pub and with the alcohol bind them
In the Pub of Mordor where Beers flow.
One Beer to bring them at the pub and with the alcohol bind them
In the Pub of Mordor where Beers flow.
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