The Man in the Moon [Bofur's Song] [Turkish translation]

There's an inn

Inn, there's an inn, there's a merry old inn,

Beneath an old grey hill ;

And there they brew a beer so brown

That the Man in the Moon himself came down

One night to drink his fill.

The ostler has a tipsy cat

That plays a five-stringed fiddle ;

And up and down he saws his bow

Now squeaking high,

Now purring low.

Now sawing in the middle

So the cat on the fiddle played a hey-diddle-diddle

A jig that would wake the dead ;

He squeaked and he sawed and he quickened the tune,

While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon :

"It's after three !", he said.