As I went down at Frodo’s side,
a-tearin’ off to Bree…
I thought I’d soon be coming home,
my Rosie girl to thee.

My Master needed me to hand–
and Gandalf bid me go
but still I thought ‘twould not be long,
before I called “Hello!”

But Bree was just a starting step
on a journey far and wide
and I despaired of coming home
to be there by your side.

At Weathertop, the shades drew ’round
and I fought for my life–
but all my thoughts kept turning home…
until the Witch-King’s knife.

I couldn’t leave my Master hurt–
he needed Elrond’s care
so on we pushed toward Rivendell
and the mighty elf lord there.

And when Frodo was well again,
and the Fellowship was named,
I could not let him go alone…
though I would not be blamed.

I followed at my Master’s side
through Moria, to the trees,
and Galadriel saw to my heart–
as neat as e’er you please.

And on we went, through Shelob’s lair
up to the great Black Gate
and every night I dreamed of you,
and said a prayer to Fate.

The Ring is gone; I turn toward home
at last my steps retrace–
and pray that you’ll be waiting there,
a smile upon your face.

Oh, Rose, you are my own true love,
I’ll stay there by your side
if ever I come home again
to claim a blushing bride…

2 Responses to Rose

  1. Denis says:

    Slight improvement would be: Gandal bade me. “Bade” is the old past tense of “bid” and is pronounced “bad” as I’m sure Professor Tolkien knew.


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