Drink the Shire Dry
Time to do what’s good and right
Time to join the fight tonight
For the big folk are coming with their heads up high
And they swear they’ll drink our little Shire dry
Paddie, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow
Paddie, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow
For the big folk are coming with their heads up high
And they swear they’ll drink our little Shire dry
They show up at festival time
Dressed in coats of ash and grime
They all stumble around and holler to the sky
And they swear they’ll drink our little Shire dry
Paddie, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow
Paddie, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow
They all stumble around and holler to the sky
And they swear they’ll drink our little Shire dry
Slapping fish and playing tricks
Act their worst by throwing sticks
So let’s all stay together with our heads held high
As we stop them from drinking all the Shire dry
Paddie, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow
Paddie, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow
So let’s all stay together with our heads held high
As we stop them from drinking all the Shire dry
Drain your mugs and fill them up
Drink that ale from keg and cup
For the big folk shall never find our ale or pie
And they’ll never drink our little Shire dry
Paddie, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow
Paddie, widdie, waddle, widdie, bow, wow, wow
For the big folk shall never find our ale or pie
And they’ll never drink our little Shire dry
ime to do what’s good and right
Time to join the fight tonight
They’ll never drink the Shire dry
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