[00:03.970]beneath an old grey hill,
[00:08.620]And there they brew a beer so brown
[00:12.170]That the Man in the Moon himself came down
[00:17.050]one night to drink his fill.
[00:22.890]The ostler has a tipsy cat
[00:25.140]that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
[00:27.340]And up and down he runs his bow,
[00:29.610]Now squeaking high, now purring low,
[00:31.820]now sawing in the middle.
[00:37.470]The landlord keeps a little dog
[00:39.580]that is mighty fond of jokes;
[00:41.740]When there's good cheer among the guests,
[00:43.940]He cocks an ear at all the jests
[00:45.830]and laughs until he chokes.
[00:51.750]They also keep a horning cow
[00:53.890]as proud as any queen;
[00:56.350]But music turns her head like ale,
[00:58.550]And makes her wave her tufted tail
[01:01.110]and dance upon the green.
[01:18.110]And O! the rows of silver dishes
[01:20.220]and the store of silver spoons!
[01:22.410]For Sunday there's a special pair,
[01:24.710]And these they polish up with care
[01:27.470]on Saturday afternoons.
[01:33.270]The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
[01:35.180]and the cat began to wail;
[01:37.380]A dish and a spoon on the table danced,
[01:39.730]The cow in the garden madly pranced,
[01:41.720]and the little dog chased his tail.
[01:47.470]The Man in the Moon took another mug,
[01:51.120]and rolled beneath his chair;
[01:56.560]And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,
[02:00.720]Till in the sky the stars were pale,
[02:05.010]and dawn was in the air.
[02:11.160]Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
[02:13.210]"The white horses of the Moon,
[02:15.550]They neigh and champ their silver bits;
[02:17.650]But their master's been and drowned his wits,
[02:19.960]and the Sun'll be rising soon!"
[02:25.580]So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
[02:27.890]a jig that would wake the dead:
[02:29.790]He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
[02:31.980]While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
[02:34.070]"It's after three!" he said.
[03:04.610]They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
[03:06.570]and bundled him into the Moon,
[03:08.760]While his horses galloped up in rear,
[03:10.860]And the cow came capering like a deer,
[03:13.120]and a dish ran up with the spoon.
[03:18.620]Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
[03:20.730]the dog began to roar,
[03:22.780]The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
[03:24.890]The guests all bounded from their beds
[03:26.980]and danced upon the floor.
[03:32.660]With a ping and a pang the fiddle-strings broke!
[03:34.980]the cow jumped over the Moon,
[03:36.870]And the little dog laughed to see such fun,
[03:38.970]And the Saturday dish went off at a run
[03:41.520]with the silver Sunday spoon.
[03:57.200]The round Moon rolled behind the hill,
[04:01.170]as the Sun raised up her head.
[04:05.880]She hardly believed her fiery eyes;
[04:10.440]For though it was day, to her suprise
[04:14.350]they all went back to bed.