A mug of beer and a
bottle of rum
With wine we sing,
with ale we hum
A pipe full of smoke
And the bartender
Boak
With his spritely
fiddle singing
And his stead'ly
beating drum
Gay is the light of
a fireplace bright
Is the song of the
stove in the middle of the night
A ballad to the soup
of the kitchen-maid fair
To the cat eating
scraps in the scullery there
To the dog in the
yard who is howling at the moon
And the rat whose
food is peelings tonight
A mug of beer and a
bottle of rum
From home we leave,
to the inn we come!
This song actually reminds me a bit of hobbits and other Tolkien-ish things related ot the Shire. I dunno why.
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