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English[en]
As they looked out of the window there came falling gently as if it was flowing down the rain out of the sky, the clear voice of Goldberry singing up above them. They could hear few words, but it seemed plain to them that the song was a rain-song, as sweet as showers on dry hills, that told the tale of a river from the spring in the highlands to the Sea far below. The hobbits listened with delight; and Frodo was glad in his heart, and blessed the kindly weather, because it delayed them from departing. The thought of going had been heavy upon him from the moment he awoke; but he guessed now that they would not go further that day.
Cornish[kw]
Dell wrussons i mires mes a’n fenester, y teuth lev kler Goldberri, ow koedha yn fedhel haval ev dhe frosa gans an glaw mes a’n ebrenn. Yth esa hi ow kana a-ughta. Ny allsons i klywes marnas nebes geryow, mes apert o dhedha henna dhe vos kan-glaw, mar hweg ha kowasow war breow sygh. Yth esa hwedhel dhedhi yn kever avon, ow talleth orth fenten y’n ugheldiryow ha frosa dhe’n mor dhe-woeles pell. An hobytow a woslowas gans delit; ha kolonn Frodo o lowen, hag ev a vennigas orth an gewer guv, drefenn hi dh’aga lettya gasa. Tybyans mos re bia poes warnodho a-ban dhifunas ev; mes ev a dhismygas na wrussens i mos pella y’n jydh na.