Ho! Tom Bombadil, Tom Bombadillo!
By water, wood and hill, by the reed and willow
by fire, sun and moon, harken now and hear us!
Come, Tom Bombadil, for our need is near us!
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Old Tom Bombadil is merry fellow,
Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.
None has ever caught him yet, for Tom, he is the master:
His songs are stronger songs, and his feet are faster.