Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E) The Man in the Moon Stayed Up Too Late Verse 1: D There is an inn, a merry old inn G D beneath an old grey hill, D And there they brew a beer so brown G D The Man in the Moon himself came down A7 D One night to drink his fill.
Verse 2: D The ostler has a tipsy cat G D that plays a five-stringed fiddle; D And up and down he runs his bow, G D Now squeaking high, now purring low, A7 D Now sawing in the middle. Verse 3: D The landlord keeps a little dog G D that is mighty fond of jokes; D When there's good cheer among the guests, G D He cocks an ear at all the jests A7 D And laughs until he chokes. Verse 4: D They also keep a hornéd cow G D as proud as any queen; D But music turns her head like ale, G D And makes her wave her tufted tail A7 D and dance upon the green. Verse 5: D And O! the rows of silver dishes G D and the store of silver spoons! D For Sunday there's a special pair, G D And these they polish up with care A7 D on Saturday afternoons. Verse 6: D The Man in the Moon was drinking deep, G D and the cat began to wail; D A dish and a spoon on the table danced, G D The cow in the garden madly pranced, A7 D and the little dog chased his tail. Verse 7: D The Man in the Moon took another mug, G D and rolled beneath his chair; D And there he dozed and dreamed of ale, G D Till in the sky the stars were pale, A7 D and dawn was in the air. Verse 8: D Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat: G D 'The white horses of the Moon, D They neigh and champ their silver bits; G D But their master's been and drowned his wits, A7 D and the Sun'll be rising soon!' Verse 9: D So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle, G D a jig that would wake the dead: D He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune, G D While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon: A7 D 'It's after three!' he said. Verse 10: D They rolled the Man slowly up the hill G D and bundled him into the Moon, D While his horses galloped up in rear, G D And the cow came capering like a deer, A7 D and a dish ran up with the spoon. Verse 11: D Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle; G D the dog began to roar, D The cow and the horses stood on their heads; G D The guests all bounded from their beds A7 D and danced upon the floor. Verse 12: D With a ping and a pong the fiddle-strings broke! G D the cow jumped over the Moon, D And the little dog laughed to see such fun, G D And the Saturday dish went off at a run A7 D with the silver Sunday spoon. Verse 13: D The round Moon rolled behind the hill G D as the Sun raised up her head. D She hardly believed her fiery eyes; G D For though it was day, to her surprise A7 D they all went back to bed!
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