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Now 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 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, fiery old fellow
But 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?"

Legend of Wychwood was thought just a story
The Hobgoblin's ale filled me with glory
The 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?"

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?"

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