BIG UGLY HALF-ORCS
music: Joni Mitchell

by Pradera

They dug out Bag End, cut out the Birthday Tree
Put a lot of small houses, a chimney, and an ugly mill.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
They dug out Bag End, cut out the Birthday Tree.

They cut down all trees, and dug out the Bagshot Row
In this dirty soil even potatoes won't grow
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
They dug out Bag End, cut out the Birthday Tree.

Hey mr. Lotho, you know how I hate dictators
I don't mind your new mill, but leave me at least some taters
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
They dug out Bag End, cut out the Birthday Tree.

Late last night I heard the green door slam
And big ugly half-orcs carried off my old man
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
They dug out Bag End, cut out the Birthday Tree.

Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone
They dug out Bag End, cut out the Birthday Tree.