Hey Diddle Diddle

Hey Diddle Diddle

Hey Diddle Diddle is a song that was taken from J.R.R. Tolkien's The Fellowship of the Ring, and put to music by Neek Catza. It was originally preformed as a song for Champion Qualifications, and was later performed in a Kind of the Rising Winds bardic.

Lyrics

There is an inn, a merry ol' 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 string fiddle And up and down he runs his bow Now speaking high, now purring loud Now sawing in the middle.

The landlord keeps a little dog That's mighty fond of jokes When there's good cheer amongst the guests He cocks and ear at all the jests And laughs until he chocks

And O! The rows of silver dishes And the store of silver spoons for Sunday there's a special pair and these they polish up with care On Saturday afternoons

Well, The Man in the Moon was drinking deep And the cat began to wail A dish and a spoon on the table danced The cow in the garden madly pranced And the little dog chased his tail

The Man in the Moon took another mug And then rolled beneath his chair And there he dozed and dreamed of ale 'Till in the sky the stars where pale And dawn was in the air

The ostler said to the tipsy cat "The white horses of the moon, They neigh and champ their silver bits But their master's gone and drowned his wits And the sun'll be rising soon. The sun'll be rising soon.

So the cat on his fiddle played Hey Diddle Diddle A jig that would wake the dead He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon "It's after three," He said

They rolled the Man swiftly up the hill, And then bundled him into the moon The horses galloped up the rear And the cow came cantering like a deer And the dish ran up with the spoon

Quicker the fiddle went Deedle Diddle Dum And the dog began to roar The cow and the horses stood on their heads The guests all bounded from their beds And danced upon the floor.

With a ping and a pang the fiddle strings broke And the cow jumped over the moon The little dogs laughed to see such fun The Saturday dish went for a run With the silver Sunday spoon

The round moon rolled beneath the hill Ans the sun raised up her head She could hardly believe her fiery eyes For though it was day to her surprise They all went back to bed. They all went back...to bed. Category;Amtgard Songs