LR 6.06.026 {p} But Merry stood cried:

6.06.022 Then the drums silent.
6.06.023 At length after Barrowfield.
6.06.024 Then the Riders morning.
6.06.025 Out of doubt, glory.
6.06.026 But Merry stood cried:
6.06.027 ‘Théoden King, Théoden Farewell!’
6.06.028 When the burial Éomer.
6.06.029 Then a minstrel Mark!’
6.06.030 At the last all.’