There's an inn, there's an inn
There's a merry old inn
Beneath an old grey hill
And there brew a beer so brown
The Man in the Moon
Himself came down
One night to drink his fill
Oh, the ostler has a tipsy cat
That piayed a five-stringed fiddle
And up and down he saws his bow
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
Now sawing in the middle
So the cat on the fiddle
Played hei-diddle-diddle
A drink that'll wake the dead
He squeaked and sawed
And he quickened the tune
And the landlord shook
The Man in the Moon:
"It's after three!" - he said! :D