Nooooo, Gandalf...on a desk that's inside, where it's warm.
(Sigh) Silly Wizard.
Silly Wizard?...Time for a song!
John Barleycorn to the sea has gone, in a ship both stout and new,
The thirst to slake of Captain Drake and all his loyal crew.
He'll venture brave through wind and wave, the Spanish for to halt,
And though he'll die by Spanish grape, he'll live as English malt.
So we'll cut him down and we'll wind him around
And we'll serve him worse than that.
We'll grind his bones between two stones
And we'll bung him in a vat.
And we'll drink his health in nut-brown ale,
And we'll drain our tankards dry,
For before that he can live again,
John Barleycorn must die!
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