Here’s a song about Will Whitfoot, the Mayor of Michel Delving. Here yer can find out the TRUTH about him.
The Mayor of Michel Delving is a significant figure among the hobbits of the Shire. Perhaps his most important task is to preside over all the Shire holiday banquets, but he is also Postmaster and First Shirriff of the Shire. The Mayor is elected fer seven-year terms during the Free Fair at Lithe (midsummer).
Will Whitfoot, the current mayor, is affectionately called ol’ Flourdumpling among them locals. He got stuck with the name after the roof of the Town Hall collapsed and covered him in chalk. He was also said ter be the fattest hobbit in the Westfarthing, no doubt due to him taking the banquet tasks very seriously.
On Laurelin, Will Whitfoot has the unfortunate fate of being considered the source of everything that is considered wrong with Turbine’s version of Shire. Too many furrin folks visiting? People trampling hobbits by riding too fast through the Michel Delving square? The Soutfarthing gate stays locked? It rains too often? Pipe smoke sounds too loud? Hobbit lasses start walking strange overnight? Housing never improves? It is all the mayor’s fault!
Hence, I wrote this song for them Songburrow Strollers. It might not give a flattering portrayal of ol’ Flourdumpling, but it is written with much love. Or perhaps not? Anyways, enjoy! Oh, and it is best sung to the tune of O’Donnell Abu, fer some reason.
Should yer want to see more of me songs, have a look in me songbook!
The Clancy Brothers – O’Donnell AbuWill Whitfoot Song
Loudly the cry for a sausage is sounding
It’s shaking the walls of yer humble abode
There up ahead is a sight most astounding
The Mayor is hungry and about ter explode
Come heed me mayor cry! Bring me yer pork and pie!
All of yer food should be brought here to me!
Biscuits and mutton stew! Ale, wine and homemade brew!
Come feed ol’ Whitfoot ’til I head home fer tea!
Eyes green as mould and a nose red as cherries
His belly as wide as the winter is long
Looking for cheese and the late summer berries
To gorge as the rest of us will break out in song
Come heed me mayor cry! Bring me yer pork and pie!
All of yer food should be brought here to me!
Biscuits and mutton stew! Ale, wine and homemade brew!
Come feed ol’ Whitfoot ’til I head home fer tea!
Fattest of hobbits in all of the Farthings
He wobbles around always looking fer food
Locking the gate to the south he is barring
the Southfarthing hobbits from his meal to intrude
Come heed me mayor cry! Bring me yer pork and pie!
All of yer food should be brought here to me!
Biscuits and mutton stew! Ale, wine and homemade brew!
Come feed ol’ Whitfoot ’til I head home fer tea!
Loudly the cry for a sausage is sounding
It’s shaking the walls of yer humble abode
There up ahead is a sight most astounding
The Mayor is hungry and about ter explode
Come heed me mayor cry! Bring me yer pork and pie!
All of yer food should be brought here to me!
Biscuits and mutton stew! Ale, wine and homemade brew!
Come feed ol’ Whitfoot ’til I head home fer tea!
Come feed ol’ Whitfoot ’til I head home fer tea!