By Simbo Rumblebelly 

Who keeps us hobbits safe and sound?
Who looks for trouble day and night?
Who'll sort it out when trouble's found?
Who'll never run away from fights?
The one who's there to put things right
And knows the whats the wheres and hows
The one whose cloak is smart and white
Oh Shirriff we salute you now!
 
With keenest ears, they hear all sounds
And sharpest eyes will see all sights
When signs of trouble come around
They'll face the strife with all their might
And nothing ever gives them fright
No bead of sweat is on their brow
In darkest days they shine a light
Oh Shirriff we salute you now!
 
They follow footsteps on the ground
To track the thief who came at night
Relentless, like the surest hound
Not stopping till they're locked up tight
No hiding from the Shirriff's sight
No sort of mischief is allowed
Don't ever think of taking flight
Oh Shirriff we salute you now!
 
Shirriff, your star does shine so bright!
To serve the Shire; your solemn vow
And never hopeless is the plight
Oh Shirriff we salute you now!