Хоббит
Over Hill and Under Hill
Thegoblinswereveryrough,andpinchedunmercifully,andchuckledandlaughedintheirhorriblestonyvoices;andBilbowasmoreunhappyeventhanwhenthetrollhadpickedhimupbyhistoes.Hewishedagainandagainforhisnicebrighthobbit-hole.Notforthelasttime.
Nowtherecameaglimmerofaredlightbeforethem.Thegoblinsbegantosing,orcroak,keepingtimewiththeflapoftheirflatfeetonthestone,andshakingtheirprisonersaswell.
"Clap!Snap!theblackcrack!
Grip,grab!Pinch,nab!
AnddowndowntoGoblin-town
Yougo,mylad!
Clash,crash!Crush,smash!
Hammerandtongs!Knockerandgongs!
Pound,pound,farunderground!
Ho,ho!mylad!
Swish,smack!Whipcrack!
Batterandbeat!Yammerandbleat!
Work,work!Nordaretoshirk,
WhileGoblinsquaff,andGoblinslaugh,
Roundandroundfarunderground
Below,mylad!"
