Hey, ho, to the bottle I go, To heal my heart and drown my woe! Rain may fall and wind may blow, But there still beeeeee many miles to go!

Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain, And stream that falls from hill to plain! Better than rain or rippling brook, Is a mug of beer inside this Took!

Hey, ho, to the bottle I go, To heal my heart and drown my woe! Rain may fall and wind may blow, But there still beeeeee many miles to go!

Strange and dark is the world outside, But in the pub we've naught to hide! With lots of ale, and barley wine, This evenin' is surpassin' fine!

Hey, ho, to the bottle I go, To heal my heart and drown my woe! Rain may fall and wind may blow, But there still beeeeee many miles to go!

Harvest's in and cold without, An' hobbits strong are hobbits stout! Naught to fear, and naught to think, For hobbits nowwww have ale to drink!

Hey, ho, to the bottle I go, To heal my heart and drown my woe! Rain may fall and wind may blow, But there still beeeeee many miles to go!

The Shire lays right down to sleep, In slumber long and slumber deep! Hushed be hobbit lass and lad, With faces plump and faces glad!

Hey, ho, to the bottle I go, To heal my heart and drown my woe! Rain may fall and wind may blow, But there still beeeeee many miles to go!

A land of peace and a hobbit hole And in a pouch a pipeweed roll! Never falter, never fear, For the Shire will always be here!

||: Hey, ho, to the bottle I go, To heal my heart and drown my woe! Rain may fall and wind may blow, But there still beeeeee many miles to go! :||