‘Good morning, merry friends!’ cried Tom, opening the eastern window wide. A cool air flowed in; it had a rainy smell. ‘Sun won’t show her face much today. I’m thinking. I have been walking wide, leaping on the hilltops, since the grey dawn began, nosing wind and weather, wet grass underfoot, wet sky above me. I wakened Goldberry singing under window; but nought wakes hobbit-folk in the early morning. In the night little folk wake up in the darkness, and sleep after light has come! Ring a ding dillo! Wake now, my merry friends! Forget the nightly noises! Ring a ding dillo del! derry del, my hearties! If you come soon you’ll find breakfast on the table. If you come late you’ll get grass and rain-water!’
‘Myttin da, kowetha lowen!’ a grias Tom, yn unn igeri yn efan an fenester war-tu ha’n est. Ayr goyeyn a frosas a-ji; yth esa blas a law warnodho. ‘Ny vydh an howl diskwedhes hy fas lieskweyth hedhyw, dhe’m brys vy. My re beu ow kerdhes yn pell, ow lamma war benn breow, a-ban dhallathas an bora loes, ow plasa gwyns ha kewer, gwyls glyb yn-dann ow throes, ebrenn lyb a-ughov. My a dhifunas orth Goldberri dre gana yn-dann fenester; mes nyns eus travyth mann a dhifun gwerin-hobyt a-varr y’n myttin. Dre’n nos, tus vyghan a dhifun y’n tewlder, hag i a gosk wosa golow dhe dhos! Ryn dyn dylo! Difunewgh kowetha da! Ankevewgh sonyow nosweyth! Ryn dyn dylo del, derri del kowetha! Mar tewgh skon y kevowgh hansel war an voes. Mar tewgh a-dhiwedhes; gwels ha dowr-glaw!langbot langbot