作曲 : Fran Walsh/David Long/David Donaldson/Unknown/Stephen Roche/Stephen Gallagher/Philippa Boyens/Janet Roddick Oh---You can search far and wide You can drink the whole town dry But you'll never find a beer so brown But you'll never find a beer so brown As the one we drink in our hometown As the one we drink in our hometown You can drink your fancy ales You can drink'em by the flagon But the only brew for the brave and true Comes from the Green Dragon ---------------------------- Hey, ho, to the bottle I go to heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall and wind may blow but there still be... many miles to go Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain and the stream that falls from hill to plain Better than rain or a rippling brook... Is a mug of beer inside this Took! ------------------------------- Blunt the knives and bend the forks! Smash the bottles and burn the corks! Chip the glasses and crack the plates! That's what Bilbo Baggins hates--- Cut the cloth and tread on the fat! Leave the bones on the bedroom mat! Pour the milk on the pantry floor! Splash the wine on every door! Dump the crocks in a boiling bawl; Pound them up with a thumping pole; And when you've finished, if any are whole, Send them down the hall to roll ! ...... That's what Bilbo Baggins hates! --------------------------------- There is an inn, a merry old 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-stringed fiddle; And up and down he runs his bow, Now squeaking high, now purring low, now sawing in the middle. 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.“ Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle; 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. The round Moon rolled behind the hill, ]as the Sun raised up her head. She hardly believed her fiery eyes; For though it was day, to her suprise they all went back to bed.
[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 [00:25.20]---------------------------- [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! [00:43.55]------------------------------- [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 ! [01:19.88]...... [01:26.91]That's what Bilbo Baggins hates! [01:29.06]--------------------------------- [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.
