The Dubliners - Drink It Up Men lyrics
[The Dubliners - Drink It Up Men lyrics]
At the pub on the crossroads
There's whiskey and beer
There's brandy from Cognac that's
Fragrant but dear
But for killing the thirst and
For raising the gout
There's nothing at all beats a
Pint of good stout
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
At the pub on the crossroads
I first went astray
There I drank enough drink for
To fill Galway Bay
Going up in the mourning I wore out me shoes
Going up to the cross for
The best of good booze
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
Some folk o'er the water think bitter is fine
And others they swear by the
Juice of the vine
But there's nothing that's squeezed from
The grape or the hop
Like the black liquidation with the
Froth on the top
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
I've travelled in England
I've travelled in France
At the sound of good music
I'll sing or I'll dance
So hear me then mister and pour me one more
If I cannot drink it up then
Throw me out the door
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
It's Guinness's Porter that has me this way
For it's sweeter than buttermilk
And stronger than tea
But when in the morning I feel kind of rough
Me curse on Lord Iveagh who
Brews the damned stuff
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
There's whiskey and beer
There's brandy from Cognac that's
Fragrant but dear
But for killing the thirst and
For raising the gout
There's nothing at all beats a
Pint of good stout
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
At the pub on the crossroads
I first went astray
There I drank enough drink for
To fill Galway Bay
Going up in the mourning I wore out me shoes
Going up to the cross for
The best of good booze
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
Some folk o'er the water think bitter is fine
And others they swear by the
Juice of the vine
But there's nothing that's squeezed from
The grape or the hop
Like the black liquidation with the
Froth on the top
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
I've travelled in England
I've travelled in France
At the sound of good music
I'll sing or I'll dance
So hear me then mister and pour me one more
If I cannot drink it up then
Throw me out the door
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
It's Guinness's Porter that has me this way
For it's sweeter than buttermilk
And stronger than tea
But when in the morning I feel kind of rough
Me curse on Lord Iveagh who
Brews the damned stuff
Drink it up men, it's long after ten
Drink it up men, it's long after ten