hobbit drinking medley

oh you can search far and wide

you can drink the whole town dry

but you'll never find a beer so brown

oh you'll never find a beer so brown

as the one we drink in our hometown

as the one we drink in our hometown

you can keep your fancy ales

you can drink them by the flagon

but the only brew for the brave and true

comes from the green dragon!

hey! ho! to the bottle i go

to heal my heart and drown my woe

rain may fall and wind may blow

but there still be many miles to go

sweet is the sound of the pouring rain

and the stream that falls from hill to plain

better than rain or rippling brook

is a mug of beer inside this took

blunt the knives

bend the forks

smash the bottles and burn the corks

chip the glasses and crack the plates

that's what bilbo baggins hates!

cut the cloth

tread on the fat

leave the bones on the bedroom mat

pour the milk on the pantry floor

splash the wine on every door!

dump the crocks in a boiling bowl

pound them up with a thumping pole

when you're finished

if they are whole

send them down the hall to roll

that's what bilbo baggins hates!

there's an inn

there's an inn

there's a merry old inn

beneath an old grey hill

and there they brew a beer so brown

that the man in the moon himself came down

one night to drink his fill

the ostler has a tipsy cat

that plays a five-stringed fiddle

and up and down he saws his bow

now squeaky high

now purring low

now sawing in the middle

so the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle

a jig that would wake the dead: he squeaked and he sawed and he quickened the tune

while the landlord shook by the man in the moon

it's after three!" he said