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 horned 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 Hobbits: 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. (Instrumental) All Hobbits: 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.