Down about in Bree afar lives a busy Butterbur.
His ale, 'tis best in all the land, as every folk around concur.
His beds so warm, the huddles snug;
For he's the one they all prefer.
Down about in Bree afar lives a busy innkeeper.
His food, 'tis best of e'ry town for traveling folk or tired sleeper.
His comp'ny rich; their stories bright;
Never mind his rates are cheaper.
Down about in Bree afar lives a busy hostel master.
His aide, 'tis best of any place for duty small or all the vaster.
His helper sharp; the jobs done right;
And none deny that Nob is faster.
Down about in Bree afar lives a jolly friend of mine.
His soul, 'tis best of any near, as not a folk could dare decline.
His heart contrite; the gifts profuse;
A friend to have so very fine.