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