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OGh, you can search far and wide, YCadd9ou can drink the whole town dry BGut you'll never find a beer so brown AGs the oDne we drink in our homeGtown!
YGou can keep your fancy ales, YCadd9ou can drink 'em by the flagon; BGut the only brew for the brave and tDrue CDomes from the GGreen Dragon!
HGey, Ebho, to the bottle I Dmgo, To hEbeal my heart and drGown my woe RCain may fall and wEbmind may blow, But tFhere still be mDany miles to go!
SBbweet is the sound of the pouring rain, AEnd the stream that fBalls from hill to plain BF#etter than rain or rippling brook, IGs a mug of beer iAbmnside this Took!
SGtrange and dark is the Dmworld outside, BEbut in the pub we've nGaught to hide! WCith lots of ale, andEbm barley wine, ThFis evenin' is surpDassin' fine!
HBbarvest's in and cold without, AEn' hobbits strong are hBobbits stout NF#aught to fear, and naught to think, FGor hobbits now hAbmave ale to drink!
TF#here's an inn, there's an inn, TGhere's a merry old inn beneath the old gF#rey hill, and there they brew a Gbeer so brown the man in the moon hF#imself came down oF#ne night to drink his fill
The oGstler had a tipsy cat who played the five-string fiddle and F#up and down he saws his bow now squeaking Ehigh nF#ow purring low nEow sawing in the middle
SF#o the cat played the fiddle hey-diddle diddle aF# jig that would wake the dead hFe squeaked and he sawed and he quickened the tune wEhile the landlord shook the man in the moon "GIt's after three!" he said
NF#ow look at the fiddle when diddle-dong-diddle the dark began to lore tFhe cows and horses stood on their heads tEhe guests all bounded from their beds aGnd danced upon the floor
RF#ound the moon, behind the hills the sun raised up her head SFhe hardly believed her fiery eyes; TEhough it was day, to her surprise tGhey all went back to bed!