At the pub at the crossroads there's whiskey and beer There's brandy, strong cognac that's aging for years But for killing the thirst and for easing 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 morning 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's o'er the water think bitter is fine And others the 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 can't 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 then tea And when in the morning I feel kind a rough Me curse on lord Iveagh who brews the damn stuff Drink it up men it's long after ten Drink it up men it's long after tenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
