Drink It Up Men

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 to 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 wine

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 cursin' lord I be who brews the damned stuff

Drink it up men, it's long after ten

Drink it up men, it's long after ten