There is an Inn in Michel Delving
With creaky floor and crooked shelving
Although they serve the sweetest ale
Which hobbits drink a lot
The sign outside says Bird and Baby
And hobbits like to go daily
To listen to a merry tale
Or get their hair a-cut
But wander down to Hobbiton
Where there may be some goings-on
On Ivy Bush's wooden stage
Where hobbits act a lot
Or maybe singers singing songs
Which hobbits dance to all night long
Before the Shirriff starts to rage
And chases them all off
And then there is the Floating Log
Where hobbits drink amongst the frogs
And crickets click their wings in tune
All hiding in the fog
A quaint and cosy place to stay
The place to go to hide away
And hope the sun won't shine too soon
It never breaks the fog
But pity folk in old Woodhall
They do not have an Inn at all
The Golden Perch is found in Stock
Where minstrels do all seem to flock
To play upon the stand outside
Whilst others skip and hop
With water from the Brandywine
They say it makes their beer fine
So toast your friends all full of pride
But don't you spill a drop!
And if you're up for walking far
Up north there is the Plough and Stars
Sat nestling on a little hill
It's such a lovely spot
You see there shepherds, woodmen, miners
Some say that there's no Inn that's finer
And Bounders like to get their fill
For drinking is their job!
But wait, I do forget an Inn
The one you are all standing in!
The one with rugs that need a clean
The one with Dragons painted Green
Where folk from all around The Shire
Come Friday night to hop
Green Dragon Inn is full of cheer
And Barmy serves such pleasant beer
So celebrate beside the fire
Don't let it ever stop!
