I've got no use for dragons,
I've got no use for swords
I'll never make a wordy toast
To a table full of lords
Of pearls and opals give me none
of rubies red as fire,
the beer at The Prancing Pony
is all that I desire.
Chorus:
Some kings may sip from a cup of gold
But a wooden mug is all I'll hold!
To drink the dainty mead of kings
I never did aspire!
The King once marched to Morannon Gate
With an army proud and fair,
To take the war of Mordor
To the Dark Lord's very lair.
And when at last the day was won
A new age for the world begun
And b***erbur made his finest brew,
There never was a better!
The hour late, my thirst was great
the crowd began to sing.
But all grew quiet, for what a sight
when in there walked the King!
A round he bought for the happy throng
And then the King began a song.
He raised his mug of beer on high,
And this is what he said...
Chorus:
Some kings may sip from a cup of gold
But a wooden mug is all I'll hold!
To drink the dainty mead of kings
I never did aspire!
I've got no use for swords
I'll never make a wordy toast
To a table full of lords
Of pearls and opals give me none
of rubies red as fire,
the beer at The Prancing Pony
is all that I desire.
Chorus:
Some kings may sip from a cup of gold
But a wooden mug is all I'll hold!
To drink the dainty mead of kings
I never did aspire!
The King once marched to Morannon Gate
With an army proud and fair,
To take the war of Mordor
To the Dark Lord's very lair.
And when at last the day was won
A new age for the world begun
And b***erbur made his finest brew,
There never was a better!
The hour late, my thirst was great
the crowd began to sing.
But all grew quiet, for what a sight
when in there walked the King!
A round he bought for the happy throng
And then the King began a song.
He raised his mug of beer on high,
And this is what he said...
Chorus:
Some kings may sip from a cup of gold
But a wooden mug is all I'll hold!
To drink the dainty mead of kings
I never did aspire!