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HobgoblinNow listen to this, I've a tale to tell'bout a darkened forest, where the goblin doth dwell In a place called Wychwood, on a cold moonlit night He'll come from the shadows, and give you a fright Fear not the hobgoblin, he means you no pain He brings forth an ale, no need to complain Take this drink, a drink you'll enjoy" Afraid you might taste something, lager boy?" In the forest of Wychwood, there's more to his crew Goliath and Scarecrow, to name but a few Gingerbeard, a fiery old fellow Give him a beer, and soon he will mellow Fear not the hobgoblin, he means you no pain He brings forth an ale, no need to complain Take this drink, a drink you'll enjoy" Afraid you might taste something, lager boy?" The legend of Wychwood was thought just a story The Hobgoblin’s ale filled me with glory That wicked young imp helped me decide And with that I was taken to the dark side Fear not the hobgoblin, he means you no pain He brings forth an ale, no need to complain Take this drink, a drink you'll enjoy" Afraid you might taste something, lager boy?" So if you're in Wychwood forest When the moon is at its fullest Be sure to try this mystical brew The Hobgoblin may work his magic on you Fear not the hobgoblin, he means you no pain He brings forth an ale, no need to complain Take this drink, a drink you'll enjoy" Afraid you might taste something, lager boy?" (X 2) |