The Tavern has waned as folks once again make peace, the occasional song drifts onto the evening breeze, and small, friendly conversations are buzzing sibilantly in every corner. Temporarily without much trade on his hands, the beaming mustachio'd Barkeep hauls out an ancient Dreadnought from behind the bar, and strolls over to the table of the Mysteriosu Friend plonking away on the Silvertone. After a few rounds of tune-counter-tune, they exchange a few words and fill the evening air with a mournful mountain melody in crisp, heart-rending harmonies:

Some people drink chaaampagne
Out under the stars,
And others drink wine, while
Hanging under a viiine!
But all that I neeeed love
To make me feel fine,
Ish to know that yore luuuuhhve will
Be etern-aly mahn!
 

I'd give an Ocean O' Diaaaamonds

An' a woruld filld with flaaahwwers

Jes' to hol' you cloooosely

Fer JUST a few hoooours

Ta hear you whisper soooftly

Thet Yew love meeee toooo,

Would change alll mah darrrrrk days

Tuh the blewest of blewww!

But, I doan drink that champagne,
An' Ah doan drink thet wiiine,
An'if you refoooose me,
Mah poooor heart will pine,
An' I'll be oh, so looooonesome
'Til the day thet Ah  die,
An' after Ah'm gawwwwn, luhhve,
Yew kin still hyear me cryyyyyyyy.....
 

I'd give an Ocean O' Diaaaamonds

An' a woruld filld with flaaahwwers

Jes' to hol' you cloooosely

Fer JUST a few hoooours

Ta hear you whisper soooftly

Thet Yew love meeee toooo,

Would change alll mah darrrrrk days

Tuh the blewest of blewww!