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 Butterbur 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!