Love the dusty miller & marigolds
Hey! Come merry dol! Derry dol! My darling.
Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.
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Land before the mountains of mist, after the shire. I knew our friend Tom well, as good as any could know.
I would raise my sword but a proper toast comes from the garden hoe.
Our friend Tom sends his sincerest regards, he bigs you all a goodnight!
