By the_ruler_of_all_serpents
Parody of "Battle of New Orleans" by Johnny Horton

Well in the Third Age
We Took a Little Trip
Along with King Aragorn
To Minas Tirith.

We Took Along Legolas, and
We Took Along Gimli, and
We Fought the Bloody Orcs on the Plains of Minas Tirith.

We Fired Our Arrows, but the Orcs Keepa’ Comin’.
There Wasn’t as Many as There was a While Agoooo.
The Rohirrim Come, and They Begin top Runnin’.
On Down From Minas Tirith to the Gates of Mordor.

We Looked Over the Walls, and We Seen the Orcs Come, and There Must Have Been a Hundred Trolls Beating on the Drums.
They Looked so Ugly and They Smelled so Bad.
We just Stood Beside our Catapults, and Felt Kinda’ Bad.

We Fired Our Arrows, but the Orcs Keepa’ Comin’.
There Wasn’t as Many as There was a While Agoooo.
The Rohirrim Come, and They Begin top Runnin’.
On Down From Minas Tirith to the Gates of Mordor.

Old Gandalf Said we Could Take Em’ by Surprise if we Didn’t Fire our Arrows Till we Looked Em’ the Eyes.
We Held our Fire Till we Seen Their Faces Well, Then we Fired our Catapults and Really Gave Em’ Hell……….

We Fired Our Arrows, but the Orcs Keepa’ Comin’.
There Wasn’t as Many as There was a While Agoooo.
The Rohirrim Come, and They Begin top Runnin’.
On Down From Minas Tirith to the Gates of Mordor.

They Ran Through the Fields and They Ran Through the Water. They Ran Through the Marshes Where an Orc Shouldn’t Go. They Ran So fast That a Ranger Couldn’t Catch Em’. On Down From Minas Tirith to the Gates of Mordor.

We Fired our Catapults Till They all Broke Down, so we Grabbed and Old Dragon, and we Load Another Round. We Filled His Head with Arrows and Gandalf Powdered his Behind, and When he Touched the Powder off, the Dragon Lost his Mind.

We Fired Our Arrows, but the Orcs Keepa’ Comin’.
There Wasn’t as Many as There was a While Agoooo.
The Rohirrim Come, and They Begin top Runnin’.
On Down From Minas Tirith to the Gates of Mordor.

They Ran Through the Fields and They Ran Through the Water. They Ran Through the Marshes Where an Orc Shouldn’t Go. They Ran So fast That a Ranger Couldn’t Catch Em’. On Down From Minas Tirith to the Gates of Mordor.

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