[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.