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Ode to the pipeweed.....

One day i sat upon a hill, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,
Longbottom leaf doth my pipe fill, smoking, smoking my pipe,
I looked across the sunlit land, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,
And there did i see the rohirrim band, smoking smoking, smoking my pipe.

They rode up to me, fair and tall, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,
And asked of me, a hobbit small, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,
What magic is it that comes out yonder, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,
We look, we see and so we wonder, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,

I answered them, fair sir you see, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,
A leaf of south, i carry with me, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,
it fills my pipe, i do not weep, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,
it is so fine and i will it keep, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,

The rohan man, he was drawn in, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,
By finest pipeweed, Old toby kin, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,
I offered him some leaf to try, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,
From stores of farthing, and by and by, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,
We did decree, it was finest thus, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,
And brought great joy to all of us, smoking, smoking, smoking my pipe,

So when you next pass rohan lands, smoking, smoking, smoking your pipe,
Come stop a while on fair hill top, smoking, smoking, smoking your pipe,
For there you shall, when sun doth shine, smoking, smoking, smoking your pipe,
See Rohirrim men and a hobbit single..... smoking.... smoking...... smoking our pipes......

DEVOTED TO THE FAIR CLAMGEE, may our love for the leaf be ever strong.....
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