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