Drink It Up Men

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At the pub at the crossroads there's whiskey and beer
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There's brandy, strong cognac that's aging for years
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But for killing the thirst and for easing the gout
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There's nothing at all beats a pint of good stout

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Drink it up men it's long after ten

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At the pub on the crossroads I first went astray
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There I drank enough drink for to fill Galway Bay
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Going up in the morning I wore out me shoes
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Going up to the cross for the best of good booze

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Drink it up men it's long after ten

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Some folk's o'er the water think bitter is fine
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And others the swear by the juice of the vine
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But there's nothing that's squeezed from the grape or the hop
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Like the black liquidation with the froth on the top

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Drink it up men it's long after ten

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I've travelled in England, I've travelled in France
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At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance
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So hear me then mister and pour me one more
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If I can't drink it up, then throw me out the door

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Drink it up men it's long after ten

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It's Guinness's porter that has me this way
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For it's sweeter than buttermilk and stronger then tea
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And when in the morning I feel kind a rough
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Me curse on lord Iveagh who brews the damn stuff

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Drink it up men it's long after ten
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Drink it up men it's long after ten

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