That Famous Ol Spiced

Many a year I have worked in these parts

Running this inn that ain't marked on no charts

Though its location to many is known

If you're to find it you have to be shown

Through methods long hidden we carefully craft

A beverage to rival the Huntmaster's draught

The mere smell of which, the Gods would entice

And them that know call it that Famous Ol' Spiced



Here sits a man, a smuggler by trade

A-boastin' of all of the money he's made

Runnin' his liquor to here and to there

Travellin' all over and peddlin' his wares

He says he's had beers from Prussia and wines

Taken from all of the very best vines

But none of these tipples could ever suffice

So I'll bring him a jug of that Famous Ol' Spiced



Oh, pour me a slug of it

Throw me a mug of it

Bring me a jug of that Famous Ol' Spiced



In walks a sailor all battered and blue

Fallen afoul of his captain and crew

They'd pulled in to port, their cargo was stacked

But three hours later he's caught in the act

Acquainting himself with the skipper's own wife

This fool was lucky to leave with his life

He's not here for doctors or friendly advice

He just wants a jug of that Famous Ol' Spiced



Oh, pour me a slug of it

Throw me a mug of it

Bring me a jug of that Famous Ol' Spiced



And leave little more than the tales they have spun

So sing me your sermon and pay me my price

And I'll give you a jug of that Famous Ol' Spiced



Oh, pour me a slug of it

Throw me a mug of it

Bring me a jug of that Famous Ol' Spiced