A.R.Rahman, Värttinä, Christopher Nightingale - The Cat And The Moon

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There’s an inn of old renown
Where they brew a beer so brown
Moon came rolling down the hill
One Hevnsday night to drink his fill
On a three-stringed fiddle there
Played the Ostler’s cat so fair
The hornèd Cow that night was seen
To dance a jig upon the green
Called by the fiddle to the
Middle of the muddle where the
Cow with a caper sent the
Small dog squealing
Moon in a fuddle went to
Huddle by the griddle but he
Slipped in a puddle and the
World went reeling
Downsides went up- hey!
Outsides went wide
As the fiddle
Played a twiddle
And the Moon slept till Sterrenday
Upsides went west- hey!
Broadsides went boom
With a twiddle on the fiddle
In the middle by the griddle
And the Moon slept till Sterrenday
Dish from off the dresser pranced
Found a spoon and gaily danced
Horses neighed and champed their bits
For the bloodshot Moon had lost his wits
Well, cow jumped over, Dog barked wild
Moon lay prone and sweetly smiled
Ostler cried, «Play faster, Cat!
Because we all want to dance like that."
Gambol and totter till you’re
Hotter than a hatter and you
Spin all akimbo
Like a windmill flailing
Whirl with a clatter till you
Scatter every cotter and the
Strings start a-pinging as the
World goes sailing
Downsides go up- hey!
Outsides go wide
You can clatter
With your platter
But the Moon slept till Sterrenday
Upsides go west- hey!
Broadsides go boom
With a batter and a clatter
You can shatter every platter
But the Moon slept till Sterrenday
Fi-fo-fiddle-diddle
Fi-fo-fiddle-diddle
Hey-yey-yey-yey-oh-ho
Hey-yey-yey-yey-oh-ho
Hey-hey-din-gen-do
Hey-hey-din-geli-do
Hoo-rye-and-hott-a-cott-a ho
Hoo-rye-and-hott-a-cott-a ho ho
Hott-a-cott-a-hotta-ko
Hott-a-cott-a-ko-cott-a-ko-ho
Fi-fo-fiddle-diddle-hi-ho
Fi-fo-fiddle-diddle-hi-ho
Ho fiddlee-ding-galli-do
Ho fiddlee-ding-galli-do
Hoo-rye-hoo-rye oops-oops- ay!
Hoo-rye-hoo-rye oops-oops- ay!
Hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-mi-fo-fo
Hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-mi-fo-fo
Hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-hotta-cotta-mi-fo-fo!
Downsides go up- hey!
Outsides go wide
With a twiddle on the fiddle
In the middle by the griddle
And the Moon slept till Sterrenday
Upsides go west- hey!
Broadsides go boom
With a batter and a clatter
You can shatter every platter
But the Moon slept till Sterrenday