After the end of the feast, Gil-Gandel invites all who are willing to a lock-in at a nearby watering-hole, and after he has drunk well, takes his harp and strikes up a simple tune, spanning only one octave… but the tune goes up a semitone every verse. To handicap himself, the minstrel drains one more finger of wine between verses, and the challenge is to keep up, on both counts. 
*Dear friends, drink wine with me
For every friend departed
And every blow that smarted:
Dear friends, drink wine with me.
Dear friends, drink wine with me
For every Sea-Knight daring
His oath of honour swearing:
Dear friends, drink wine with me.
Dear friends, drink wine with me
For every keen-eyed Ranger
Alert to every danger:
Dear friends, drink wine with me.
Dear friends, drink wine with me
For every Wose’s potion
And pill and rub and lotion:
Dear friends, drink wine with me.
Dear friends, drink wine with me
For every mage’s cunning
All foes his magic stunning:
Dear friends, drink wine with me.
Dear friends, drink wine with me
For Dwarven necks unbending,
Their axes virtue lending:
Dear friends, drink wine with me.
Dear friends, drink wine with me
For Hobbits poor or wealthy
Their feet so soft and stealthy:
Dear friends, drink wine with me.
::Winces, that was a desperately uninspired piece of versifying::
Dear friends, drink wine with me
For Healers fair and pleasing
Their care our wounds all easing:
Dear friends, drink wine with me.
Dear friends, drink wine with me
For every friend cross-dressing;
The Valar send them blessing!
Dear friends, drink wine with me.
Dear friends, drink wine with me
For every Harper stotious
Whose tuning is atrocious:
Dear friends, drink wine with me.
Dear friends, drink wine with me
For all I have forgotten
In drunken ditty rotten
Dear friends, drink wine with me.
Dear friends, drink wine with me:
Put by all thought of sorrow,
And 'til the unknown morrow
Dear friends, drink wine with me.
Dear friends, drink wine with me!*