From the Floating Log at Frogmorton

I'm being followed by a mean ranger 
Mean ranger mean ranger. 
Leaping and hopping through the Dead Marshes 
Mean ranger mean ranger. 
  
And if we ever lose our mouth 
If our six teeth go east and south 
If we ever lose our mouth 
We won't have to bite no more, no precious, we won't 
have to bite no more. 
  
I'm being followed by a mean ranger 
Mean ranger mean ranger. 
Leaping and hopping through the Dead Marshes 
Mean ranger mean ranger. 
  
And if we ever lose our handses 
Lose our fingers in the black landses 
If we ever lose our handses 
We won't have to squeeze no one, no precious, we won't 
have to squeeze no one. 
  
Did it take long to find me? 
I asked that Ranger kid. 
Did it take long to find me? 
And aren't you glad you did? 
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Alternatively, 
I'm being followed by a Black Rider, Black Rider, Black Rider 
Hissing and hiding like a Black Rider, Black Rider, Black Rider. 
And if it ever catches me, 
I don't know if I will see 
How to avoi-oi-oid 
How to avoi-oi-oid 
Gi-iv-in it the Ring.

-- Fool of a Took