This is a traditional morality song, sung by the priests to remind petitions the need to be generous to ones guests and to offer up their best food and drink, lest they end up like Barclay from the tale.

Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
One day Lord Bomrick a'went a'walking far-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Upon a shaded seat did the Laughing Lord go-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Hot was the sun, dry was his mouth-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
A drink, to think, a goblet filled to the brink-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
But nary was to be had, his throat stayed parched-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Whoa, be to him, the Thirsty Lord-o

Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-de
Brom-er-rick a'went a'walking
Far from man, through the strand, over the hills, across the land.
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-de
Who could help him? No one did he find.
Who could help him find some wine?

Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-do, diddle-do dah-e
The Laughing One walked futher-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-do, diddle-do dah-e
Upon an Inn came he and in he walked-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-do, diddle-do dah-e
"Innkeep," he cried "You Best wine for me-o!"
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-do, diddle-do dah-e
And sat he down for his feast-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-do, diddle-do dah-e
Barclay was the 'keep, and frugal was he-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-do, diddle-do dah-e
To swindle the Dancing Muse he he try-o

Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-de
Brom-er-rick a'went a'walking
Far from man, through the strand, over the hills, across the land.
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-de
Who could help him? Barclay did he find.
He would try to steal the Lord's coin and give him no wine?

Hey diddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle dih-doo
No golden chalice, nor goblet brought he-o
Hey diddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle dih-doo
Only a simple chipped mug full of malice gave Barclay-o
Hey diddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle dih-doo
He poured in maderized swill from the bottom of the barrel-o
Hey diddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle dih-doo
He gave unfettered Bomrick Dregs to drink and gristle to eat-o
Hey diddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle dih-doo
In this test a wits, to be sure, he'll be sorr-o

Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-de
Brom-er-rick a'went a'walking
Far from man, through the strand, over the hills, across the land.
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-de
Who could help him? Barclay did he find.
Would he try to blind the Oath Breaker and steal his life?

Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Bomrick eye'd the cup; cast a gaze at Barclay-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
"This is your best, good man, you have no more-o?"
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
"Those casks and kegs yonder are empty, the dregs only the hold-o?"
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Barclay wolfishly returned his look and nodded his head-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
The Laughing One lifted his chipped mug to his lips, and drained the draught-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
'Twas a bitter grape, but the Dancing One laughed-o

Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-de
Bomrick has s thirst for life, and thirst for wine
Far from man, through the strand, over the hills, across the land.
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-de
The fruit of Barclay's vine was sorrow,
His heart was stone, he served his guest cups of his discontent.

Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-do, diddle-do dah-e
Long was the laugh, his belly-rolled-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-do, diddle-do dah-e
Nervous was the 'Keep, why would this beggar as so-o?
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-do, diddle-do dah-e
"If you treat the Least this way, and reserve the chilled for the rich-o"
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-do, diddle-do dah-e
"Your heart is sorrow, and your pockets should remain empty-o"
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-do, diddle-do dah-e
"A guest is a thing of honor, and should be treated-o"
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-do, diddle-do dah-e
"Like a King on his throne, and from a your best should he partake-o
The Least deserves a Feast more than many-a man, and more so than you-o
For the beggar you help today, tomorrow could return the favour-o."

Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-de
A stranger, a guest, should be treated as the rest
Far from man, through the strand, over the hills, across the land.
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-de
Bitter Barclay would be taught, something he ought
Have learned many of day before

Hey diddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle dih-doo
Barclay saw he was caught in a lie-o
Hey diddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle dih-doo
The simple, chipped mug spoke volumes of what he thought of his guest-o
Hey diddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle dih-doo
Cursed now was he, from across the land-o
Hey diddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle dih-doo
All would come to know Barclay as the man who snubbed Bomrick
And forever empty would his pockets be-o
Hey diddle-diddle, fiddle-diddle dih-doo
So let this warning be heeded, treat your guests with respect-o
For one day, the Laughing Bomrick may visit you to see what he will get-o

Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
So from that day forth, forever would Barclay be scorned-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Giving the Worst to the Least, instead of the best from his barrels did he-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Not kind was he to his fellow Man-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
He was driven away, from the company of man-o
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
To live with the animals he so much resembled-o
He died like the greedy pig that he was, killed for some scrap of food
He probably died at the hands of one like himself, too greedy to think of others was he too-o

Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-de
Brom-er-rick a'went a'walking
Far from man, through the strand, over the hills, across the land.
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-do
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-di-de
Who could help him? No one did he find.
Who could help him find some wine?

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