“Right then, try to keep up!”
It starts simple: the barley and the rye. Then the wheat and the barley and the rye. Then the oat. Then the hop. By verse five you’re attempting “the honey and the hop and the oat and the wheat and the barley and the rye” while the whole tavern dissolves into laughter.
Someone fumbles. Someone just shouts “RYE!” The spoken verdict over chaos: “Close enough! DRINK!”
Nearly six minutes of escalating linguistic chaos. The kind of song that starts competitions and ends friendships (temporarily). Best performed with a full tankard and empty pride.