My son's first time in the shieldwall our numbers made hardly a fence but a few drinks filled his legs up with iron and he was laughing himself out of sense
The lady, she asked me for flowers Something to leave her feeling alright So I cracked open a jug of that juice of the Heather And I was raising her spirits all night
Drink and be merry my brothers Drink for the good and the bad And always remember, when death calls us home There is still more drink to be hadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.