Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor.
With a ping and a pong the fiddle-strings broke!…
So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
‘It’s after three!’ he said.
They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
and bundled him into the Moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear,
And the cow came capering like a deer,
and a dish ran up with a spoon.…
C’è una locanda, un’allegra locanda,
Sotto un vecchio colle grigio,
Ove la birra è così scura,
Che anche l’Uomo della Luna
E’ sceso un giorno a berne un sorso.
Lo stalliere ha un gatto brillo,
Che suona un violino a tre corde;
Su e giù scorre l’archetto,
Stridulo a volte, a volte cheto,
Ed a volte solo un trillo.…
And O! the row of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there’s a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.
The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
and the cat began to wail;
dish and a spoon on the table danced,
he cow in the garden madly pranced,
and the little dog chased his tail.…
The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there’s good cheer among the guests,
He cocks an ear at all the jests
and laughs unlit he chokes.
They also keep a horned cow
as proud as any queen;
But music turns her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance upon the green.…
