~*~ Taken from Laiwyn's book of melodies ~*~
I sat in the Pony with my quill in hand,
Watching the stage which upon a band did stand,
When I could take no more of the disheartening song,
The men of Bree did arrive in a throng,
So dance the dance of the men of Bree,
Laughter and joyous revelry as far as the eye can see,
Raise your mead in the air and sing with your voice so fair,
Dark thoughts and worries - you need not care!
