Gamgee Blues
My master’s got a gold Ring
Oh Woe! He’s got a nasty Ring of gold
Gonna get us both kilt before we’re old!
I know what my Gaffer would say
Oh, yes… I can tell you what my ol’ Gaffer’d say
He’d take a ‘tater over a gold Ring any day!
Whoa-oh!
Nine-Finger Blues
*A small hobbit climbs up on the nearby table and sings*
A finger's missin' from my hand,
Don't got ten fingers, done lost one from my hand,
Can't play piano, no, no spinet nor baby grand.
I was a strugglin' by that Crack,
Oh, a mighty strugglin', thinkin' I'm never goin' back,
And then that creature made my hand a snack!
Woooo--aaaahhh....
I got the nine-finger blues,
I don't got ten fingers no more blues,
No more Ring, no more finger, paid my dues!