Death of a Ranger

Gammon is getting drunk and singing into the Handy Haver Sack where
we stuffed Failariel's body.

When we rangers ride the trail / In sunshine, wind or snow or hail
We're always ready / We're true and steady.
There's a friendly laugh, a joke, / We're cheery until we see an orc,
And then we'll fight, sir, / To get it right, sir.
We never leave a fight till no ork is to be seen;
Our job's to guard the lame, and to keep our linen clean.

chorus:
We're all pals together, /Comrades, birds of a feather
Rootin' pals, tootin' pals, / Ridin' pals, fightin' pals.
In rain or sunshine.
Pals! Say there brother, / Pull for each other --
Always play the game, fight the for the lame
For we all belong to the order of the Rangers