歌词
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 horned 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 Hobbits:
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.
(Instrumental)
All Hobbits:
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.
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