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Drink a cup for the fallen
And a cup for the brave
A cup for those living
And for those in the grave
Drink a cup to the fallen
Of Men and of Elves
Who did all for our safety
And nought for themselves
Drink a cup for Elendil
Mighty and tall
Who faced the great foe
And defeated did fall
Drink a cup for Isildur
Gondor's great king
Who built the White City
But died for a ring.
Drink a cup for Ereinion
Who fought by their side
Born to the ever-life
Yet with us he died
Drink a cup for wise Cirion
Great Steward of old
Drink a cup for his wisdom
And for Eorl the Bold
Drink a cup for our Captain
For Boromir the Brave
Who died far from home
But others did save
Drink a cup for Mithrandir
Who's gone to the West
For years he brought counsel
Now deserving of rest
Drink a cup for old Theoden
Rohan's grim lord
Who lived for his people
And died by the sword
Drink a cup for the maiden
With blood on her face
Who felled the dread Witchking
And cast down his great mace.
Drink a cup for the halfling
Who braved Mordor's plain
To destroy Sauron's weapon
Through terror and pain
Drink a cup for Elessar
Our Captain in war
The heir of Isildur
Our king evermore
Drink a cup for the fallen
And a cup for the brave
A cup for those living
And for those in the grave
Drink a cup and remember
Whatever you do
They fought and they died
For me and for you