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Nob O' the Lea
A traditional song of the Shire, especially popular in the Tooklands.
Category: General
Date: 2006-03-20

 

"A hobbit of habit is Nob o' the Lea,
Oh, a hobbit of habit is he, is he!

First breakfast he has at the rise of the sun,
Two eggs, a sausage and one sticky bun.
He stays at the table until it is done,
And then back to bed is his idea of fun.

A hobbit of habit is Nob o' the Lea,
Oh, a hobbit of habit is he, is he!

Second breakfast, to the kitchen again,
Porridge and cream is his happy plan,
Followed by toast and strawberry jam,
An apple or pear and a wee bit of ham.

A hobbit of habit is Nob o' the Lea,
Oh, a hobbit of habit is he, is he!

He takes himself out for a bit of a walk,
But elevenses come at the chime of a clock.
There's no time to stop and no time to talk
When there's bread and butter and beans in the crock.

A hobbit of habit is Nob o' the Lea,
Oh, a hobbit of habit is he, is he!

Though he's much work to do, he has a hunch
That naught will be done before time for lunch.
There are mushrooms and leeks and carrots in a bunch,
All of them things that he's eager to munch.

A hobbit of habit is Nob o' the Lea,
Oh, a hobbit of habit is he, is he!

He's ready to eat when teatime arrives,
Though fainting with hunger his spirit revives
With scones thickly spread with soft cheese and chives
And tea made with honey from his own beehives.

A hobbit of habit is Nob o' the Lea,
Oh a hobbit of habit is he, is he!

Soon supper has come and his hunger is dire,
He's almost certain that he soon will expire--
But there's chicken on the spit and soup on the fire,
It makes him the happiest lad in the Shire.

A hobbit of habit is Nob o' the Lea,
Oh, a hobbit of habit is he, is he!

And now that he finally finds he is fed,
He takes himself off to his warm little bed
And laying him down and nodding his head
He dreams of a marvelous, bountiful spread!

A hobbit of habit is Nob o' the Lea,
Oh, a hobbit of habit is he, is he!"

 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is supposed to be a traditional song of the Shire, especially popular in Tookland.

 

 

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