The Famous Ol' Spiced Lyrics - Singles - Alestorm

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 

For men of the sea go as fast as they come 

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