Down at the Inn

Chorus

Hey digadin, Hey digadin 

down at the inn, down at the inn

Hey digadin, Hey digadin

everyones down at the inn

My lady's a hostler, a hostler, a hostler

and a mighty fine hostler is she,

All day she mounts horses, mounts horses, mounts horses

and at night she comes home and drinks tea!

Chorsus

My lord is a farmer, a farmer, a farmer

and a mighty fine farmer is he.

All day he plows fields, he plows fields, he plows fields

and at night he goes home and drink tea!

Chorus

My lady's a mason, a mason, a mason

and a mighty fine mason is she.

All day she lays bricks, she lays bricks, she lay bricks

and at night she goes home and drinks tea.

Chorus

My lord is a carpenter, a carpenter, a carpenter

and a mighty fine carpenter is he,

all day he nails planks, he nails planks, he nails planks

and at night he comes home and drinks tea.

Chorus

My ladies a glassblower, a glassblowers, a glassblower,

and a mighty fine glassblower is she.

All day she blows glass, she glows glass, she blows glass,

and at night she comes home and drinks tea.

Chorus

My lord is a blacksmith, a blacksmith, a blacksmith 

and a mighty fine blacksmith is he.

All day he bangs iron, bangs iron, bangs iron,

and at night he comes home and drinks tea!

Chorus

My ladies a herbalist, a herbalist, a herbalist,

and a mighty fine herbalist is she.

All day she drinks tea, she drinks tea, she drinks tea,

and at night she does nothing but pee!




others:
cobblers, tongues shoes
pastry chef, stuffs tarts
driver, goes down
Your father, scolds you
your mother, holds you