Freedom, sweet freedom,

I wish for thy.

My masters are cruel and mean and sly.

Freedom, sweet freedom,

Oh how I wish to be my own “man”.

I wish for wages and clothes, instead of doing my master’s evil plan.

Freedom, sweet freedom,

I can almost taste it when I am with him.

Not suppose to help him, I am not, but if I don’t his future is grim.

Freedom, sweet freedom,

I found in a form of a sock.

Master was tricked, it was quite a shock.

Freedom, sweet freedom,

though life is great now, it still is not fine.

No one wants a house elf that has demands like mine.

Freedom, sweet freedom,

An old man was so kind.

He gave me a job and pay and time off to unwind.

Freedom, sweet freedom,

the dark lord is back.

I will do all I can to help my young wizard friends counterattack.

Freedom, sweet freedom,

I think my time here has to come to an end.

Glad I am to leave in the arms of my friend.

(Rest in Peace Dobby)