Medley: That’s What Bilbo Baggins Hates/Misty Mountains Cold/Gandalf’s Recitation

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Chip the glasses, crack the plates!That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!That's what Bilbo Baggins hatesSo carefully, carefully with the plates!Blunt the knives and bend the forks!Smash the bottles, burn the corks!That's what Bilbo Baggins hatesSo carefully, carefully with the plates! Far o'er the Misty Mountains coldTo dungeons deep and caverns oldWe must away ere break of dayTo seek the pale, enchanted goldThe dwarves of yore made mighty spellsWhile hammers fell likе ringing bellsIn places deep, wherе dark things sleepIn hollow halls beneath the fellsGoblets they carved there for themselvesAnd harps of gold; where no man delvesThere lay they long, and many a songWas sung unheard by men or elvesFor ancient king and elvish lordThere many a gleaming golden hoardThey shaped and wrought, and light they caughtTo hide in gems on hilt of sword On silver necklaces they strungThe flowering stars, on crowns they hungThe dragon-fire, in twisted wireThey meshed the light of moon and sunThe pines were roaring on the heightThe winds were moaning in the nightThe fire was red, it flaming spread;The trees like torches blazed with lightThe bells were ringing in the daleAnd men they looked up with faces pale;The dragon’s ire more fierce than fireLaid low their towers and houses frailThe mountain smoked beneath the moon;The dwarves they heard the tramp of doomThey fled their hall to dying fallBeneath his feet, beneath the moonWe must away ere break of dayTo win our harps of gold from him!