Thus he died Nom the Wise Lord of the caves and friend of man Fair, and noble Most beloved of the Noldor race Paid the price, he redeemed the oath Farewell my friend, farewell

Roll me over next to the wall You and I in the bed might lie And you and I in a bed might lie A noblemen's fair daughter Came down a narrow lane. And met with Captain Wedderburn, The keeper of the game Now my pretty fair miss If it wasn't for the law,