The Prancing Pony
Far away from Mordor's spies
And the gaze of prying eyes
Bree, the friendly village stands
Lonely in these empty lands.
Through the West-gate enter Bree,
Men and hobbits, both you'll see,
Walk the streets towards an old
Signboard swinging in the cold.
In the Prancing Pony find
Song and friendliness combined
Keeping out the bitter night,
Homely windows glowing bright.
Drink makes vision but a blur
Where Barliman Butterbur
Landlord of the inn sells beer
At the house known for good cheer.
Passing Rangers find the pub
Useful, as it is the hub
Of news spread by word of mouth
From the Greenway in the South.
Lodge upstairs or downstairs chat
Near the seat where Strider sat,
On the road that never ends
Frodo stayed here with his friends;
For the Prancing Pony played
Quite a part when plans were made
By four hobbits from the Shire
With the One Ring men desire.
Gandalf, king of rune and spell
Knew the Prancing Pony well,
Blazing hearth, strong ale that gleams
In the tavern of my dreams.