There are many sheepdogs up in Brockenborings, but no-one is quite as famous as the rascally old feller called Ruff. And here is his song!
Best sung to the tune of Fair Maid of Islington (yer can find both lyrics and midi files over at contemplator.com). Don't read the original lyrics if yer of a sensitive disposition. Oh darn, now everyone will read them...apologies in advance!
Sheepdog Known as Ruff
In Brockenborings there is a dog who is scrawny and small and scarred But all the sheep on the Greenfields feel so much safer when he's on guard He plays with children, he chases wolves, he's brave and he's kindly and tough Oh, in all of the Shire, there's no-one quite like the sheepdog known as Ruff Oh, in all of the Shire, there's no-one quite like the sheepdog known as Ruff
When Ruff was born, his brothers laughed, for he was small as a pea But when he fought them he bit them all, his siblings soon had to flee He's sly as a fox, he opens locks, he eats his pies with a puff Oh, in all of the Shire, there's no-one quite like the sheepdog known as Ruff Oh, in all of the Shire, there's no-one quite like the sheepdog known as Ruff
One summer day as the flowers bloomed a dog moved in next door A lovely lass with a shiny coat, her spirits started to soar For through the fence a dog came over, he barked and he strutted his stuff Oh, in all of the Shire, there's no-one quite like the sheepdog known as Ruff Oh, in all of the Shire, there's no-one quite like the sheepdog known as Ruff
So if you ever go north and pass through the lovely fields of green Look out for dogs who are small and kind and with coats of a scrawny sheen They play with children, they chase the wolves, the locals just can't get enough Of the many pups all fathered by the sheepdog known as Ruff Oh, in all of the Shire, there's no-one quite like the sheepdog known as Ruff