See them on the bounds
Whilst doing the rounds
They're keeping the Shire
All safe and all sound
They walk round and round
On all types of ground
They're rooting out trouble
Wherever it's found
They bound all the day
To chase wolves away
And keep nasty brigands
And goblins at bay
At day or at night
No need to take fright
The bounders will be there
To put all things right
Dressed always quite smart
They are stout of heart
With fine looking jackets
They look just the part!
Their hats on their head
Have feathers of red
With tight-fitting leggings
Some can be "well-fed!"
The paths may be rough
Bound-ing can be tough
So bounders get tired
And run out of puff
A bounder, may be
As you'll often see
Taking well-earned snoozes
In shade of a tree
And when it's raining
They seek out an Inn
And so in the taverns
You'll find Bounders in
Now don't you all fear
A bounder's quite near
As soon as they've finshed
All drinking their beer!
