The Company of the Whiskey Drinking Bear

Brave Blood of the Brandybucks

Sang by Elabrimborn

In Southern Mirkwood a halfing heroine is revealed

In her flows the Strength of Buckland’s field

Surrounded by the fog of the Gloom Reeks’ Mists

Her fellowship grows as a dwarf and elf enlist

Confronted by the scaled Sarnlug and its venomed jaw

Poisoned, weakened and a breaths length from its maw

Not elven arrow nor dwarven axe strike the basilisk dead

Till Bentony’s hobbit sword plunged deep in its head

The Brandybucks were not idle in matters of defense

Perhaps due to their proximity to the Old Forest “fence”

And the attack of the White Wolves over the frozen Brandywine River

The heroism of Buckland she’s sure to deliver.

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