There is an Inn, A merry old Inn

Benethe the grey old hill.

And there they brew a bear so brown,

the man in the moom himself came down

one night ti drink his fill.
  

   The ostler has a tiypy cat

that plays the five-stinged fiddle;

And up and downd he runs his bow,

Now squeaking high, now purring low.

now sawing in the middle.

   The landlord keeps a little dog

that is mighy fond of jokes;

When there's good cheer among the guests,

He cocks an ear at all the jests

and laughs intil he chokes.

   They also keep a horned cow

as proud as any queen;

But music turns her head like ale,

and makes her wave her taffered tail

and dance apon the green.

   And oh! the rows of silver dishes

and the store of silver spoons

For sunday* there's a specail pair,

and these they polish up with care

on Sturday afternoons.

   The man in the moon was drinking deep,

and the cat begain to wale;

A dish and a spoon on the table danced,

the cow in the gerden madly pranced,

and the little dag chased hid tail.

   The man in the moon took another mug,

and then rolled beneath his chair;

And there he dozed and dreemed of ale,

tillin the sky the stars were pale,

and dawn was in the air.

   the ostler said to his tispy cat;

'The white horses of the moon,

they neigh and champ their silver bits;

But their master's been and drowned his win,

and the Sun'll be risin soon!'

   So the cat on his fiddle played Hay-diddle-diddle,

a jig the would wake the dead:

He squeaked and sawed and quickend the une,

While the landlord shook the man in the moon:

'It's after three!' he said.

   They rolled the man slowly up the hill

and bundled into the moon,

While his horses galloped up in rear,

and the cow came capering like a deer,

and a dish ran up with a spoon.

   Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;

the dog began to roar,

the cow and the horses stood on thier heads;

the guests all bounded from thier beds

and danced upon the floor.

   With a ping and a pong the fiddle-strings broke!

the cow jumped over the moon,

and the little dog laughed to see such fun,

and the Saturday dish went off wth a run

with the silver Sunday spoon.

   The round moon rolled behind the hill

as the sun raised up her head.

She*hardly beleved her fiery eyes;

For though it was dday, to her surpise

they all went back to bed!