Brandy Hall

(taps glass) *tink tink tink* My friends, I propose a toast to Master Meriadoc...

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A "regular warren", to far-flung folk,

A "queer" place to those never there -

But oh, the home of many a heart

And many a morning's cheerful start,

Hot, fine breakfasts when we awoke

And a place to set aside our cares.

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Brandy Hall with its windows bright,

And sunlight entering by many a door,

The entire hill almost hollowed out -

So there's always a hail or friendly shout,

To any friend that comes in sight,

And there's always room for one more.

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Anyone needing a listening ear,

A batch of advice be it good or bad,

Or just the arms of a strong embrace -

Can always find one gentle face

And a set of hands that will pull you near,

Correcting or comforting if you're sad.

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We are never alone or neglected here,

There's always a hearth and a hearty meal.

The gentle sound of the river ways;

A background murmur to our days

In this grand old home we hold so dear,

Warm fire and familial love we feel.

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So to Brandy Hall we raise our glass,

And offer a toast to Master Merry -

May all his friendships remain true,

May all his family respect him too,

And may every blessing come to pass

Within his time here in Bucklebury.