There is an Inn, A Merry Old Inn... Songtext
von The Tolkien Ensemble

There is an inn, 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 runs his bow,
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
now sawing in the middle.

The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there′s good cheer among the guests,
He cocks an ear at all the jests
and laughs until he chokes.

They also keep a horn