The Field of Cormallen
'Long live the Halflings! Praise them with great praise!
Cuio i Pheriain anann! Aglar'ni Pheriannath!
Praise them with great praise, Frodo and Samwise!
Daur a Berhael, Conin en Annūn! Eglerio!
A laita te, laita te! Andave laituvalmet!
Cormacolindor, a laita tarienna!
Praise them! The Ring-bearers, praise them with great praise!'
'To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling.
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,
In Eressėa, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people for ever!'
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