[FRODO]
There’s an inn of old renown
Where they brew a beer so brown
Moon came rolling down the hill
One Hevnsday night to drink his fill.
[FRODO/MERRY]
On a three-stringed fiddle there
Played the Ostler’s cat so fair
The hornèd Cow that night was seen
To dance a jig upon the green.
Called by the fiddle to the
Middle of the muddle where the
Cow with a caper sent the
Small dog squealing.
Moon in a fuddle went to
Huddle by the griddle but he
Slipped in a puddle and the
World went reeling.
Downsides went up- hey!
Outsides went wide.
As the fiddle
Played a twiddle
And the Moon slept till Sterrenday.
Upsides went west- hey!
Broadsides went boom.
With a twiddle on the fiddle
In the middle by the griddle
And the Moon slept till Sterrenday.
[FRODO]
Dish from off the dresser pranced,
Found a spoon and gaily danced.
[PIPPIN]
Horses neighed and champed their bits
For the bloodshot Moon had lost his wits.
[MERRY]
Well, cow jumped over, Dog barked wild,
Moon lay prone and sweetly smiled.
[SAM]
Ostler cried, “Play faster, Cat!
[ALL]
Because we all want to dance like that.”
[FRODO/PIPPIN]
Gambol and totter till you’re
Hotter than a hatter and you
Spin all akimbo
Like a windmill flailing.
Whirl with a clatter till you
Scatter every cotter and the
Strings start a-pinging as the
World goes sailing.
[ALL HOBBITS]
Downsides go up- hey!
Outsides go wide.
You can clatter
With your platter
But the Moon slept till Sterrenday.
Upsides go west- hey!
Broadsides go boom.
With a batter and a clatter
You can shatter every platter
But the Moon slept till Sterrenday.
Fi-fo-fiddle-diddle
Fi-fo-fiddle-diddle
Hey-yey-yey-yey-oh-ho
Hey-yey-yey-yey-oh-ho
Hey-hey-din-gen-do
Hey-hey-din-geli-do
Hoo-rye-and-hott-a-cott-a ho
Hoo-rye-and-hott-a-cott-a ho ho
Hott-a-cott-a-hotta-ko
Hott-a-cott-a-ko-cott-a-ko-ho
Fi-fo-fiddle-diddle-hi-ho
Fi-fo-fiddle-diddle-hi-ho
Ho fiddlee-ding-galli-do
Ho fiddlee-ding-galli-do
Hoo-rye-hoo-rye oops-oops- ay!
Hoo-rye-hoo-rye oops-oops- ay!
Hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-mi-fo-fo
Hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-mi-fo-fo
Hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-mi-fo-fo!
Downsides go up- hey!
Outsides go wide.
With a twiddle on the fiddle
In the middle by the griddle
And the Moon slept till Sterrenday.
Upsides go west- hey!
Broadsides go boom.
With a batter and a clatter
You can shatter every platter
But the Moon slept till Sterrenday.
