There lived a merry Hobbit Lad
He kept a merry hole
And every day he liked to go
For merry little strolls
So putting on his merry hat
And with a merry smile
He wandered down the garden path
To walk a merry mile
And so, the Michel Delving road
He made his way along
Whilst whistling at the merry birds
All singing merry songs
He went into the market square
To buy some merry fruit
But whilst he shopped he heard a sound
A merry strumming lute
He wandered through the crowded stalls
To see what he could see
And there he saw a Merry Lass
As merry as can be
He went to greet the Merry Lass
And said then "Who are you?"
She said "My name is Mary Lee"
"A Merry Day to You!"
And then she played her lute some more
The Hobbit Lad did dance
And merrily he danced all day
So merry and entranced!
And so next week the Hobbit Lad
Did don his merry suit
And wandered merrily to find
Miss Mary on her Lute
And as she played, the Hobbit Lad
Did say to Mary Lee
"Oh will you, Merry Mary, please
Marry Merry Me?"
And so the merry hobbit Lad
Did marry Mary Lee
And married, they then spent their days
Forever, merrily!
