[00:00.000] 作曲 : Fran Walsh/David Long/David Donaldson/Unknown/Stephen Roche/Stephen Gallagher/Philippa Boyens/Janet Roddick
[00:08.63]Oh---You can search far and wide
[00:02.66]You can drink the whole town dry
[00:04.91]But you'll never find a beer so brown
[00:07.45]But you'll never find a beer so brown
[00:09.61]As the one we drink in our hometown
[00:11.97]As the one we drink in our hometown
[00:13.95]You can drink your fancy ales
[00:16.79]You can drink'em by the flagon
[00:19.02]But the only brew for the brave and true
[00:23.61]Comes from the Green Dragon
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[00:25.85]Hey, ho, to the bottle I go to heal my heart and drown my woe
[00:29.93]Rain may fall and wind may blow
[00:31.92]but there still be... many miles to go
[00:34.76]Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain
[00:36.98]and the stream that falls from hill to plain
[00:38.97]Better than rain or a rippling brook...
[00:41.20]Is a mug of beer inside this Took!
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[00:51.23]Blunt the knives and bend the forks!
[00:53.47]Smash the bottles and burn the corks!
[00:55.89]Chip the glasses and crack the plates!
[00:58.88]That's what Bilbo Baggins hates---
[01:00.92]Cut the cloth and tread on the fat!
[01:02.88]Leave the bones on the bedroom mat!
[01:04.83]Pour the milk on the pantry floor!
[01:07.73]Splash the wine on every door!
[01:10.48]Dump the crocks in a boiling bawl;
[01:12.18]Pound them up with a thumping pole;
[01:14.02]And when you've finished, if any are whole,
[01:17.15]Send them down the hall to roll !
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[01:26.91]That's what Bilbo Baggins hates!
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[01:29.31]There is an inn, a merry old inn
[01:34.36]beneath an old grey hill,
[01:36.32]And there they brew a beer so brown
[01:38.90]That the Man in the Moon himself came down
[01:41.05]one night to drink his fill.
[01:42.76]The ostler has a tipsy cat
[01:46.01]that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
[01:47.70]And up and down he runs his bow,
[01:50.08]Now squeaking high, now purring low,
[01:54.14]now sawing in the middle.
[01:57.77]So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
[02:01.01]a jig that would wake the dead:
[02:02.83]He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
[02:04.80]While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
[02:06.80]"It's after three!" he said.“
[02:08.30]Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
[02:10.40]the dog began to roar,
[02:11.82]The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
[02:13.86]The guests all bounded from their beds
[02:15.55]and danced upon the floor.
[02:16.91]The round Moon rolled behind the hill,
[02:19.87]]as the Sun raised up her head.
[02:21.01]She hardly believed her fiery eyes;
[02:22.73]For though it was day, to her suprise
[02:24.18]they all went back to bed.