I don't see why the likes o' thee Without axin' leave should go makin' free With the shank or the shin o' my father's kin; So hand the old bone over! Rover! Trover! Though dead he be, it belongs to he; So hand the old bnone over!
J.R.R. Tolkien (2012). “The Lord of the Rings: One Volume”, p.153, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
