Leave the halls and caverns deep
 Were the forests wide and dim
 Stoops in shadow grey and grim

 Float beyond the world of trees
 Past [bad word]  past the reeds
 Past the marshes, weaving weeds

 ...and the crowns of the seven kings, and the rods of the five wizards...
 South away! South away now!
 Far away seek the sunlight and the day.

 Hail, Éomer, king of the mark.