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