Drink Till Dawn

A challenge by the sword is a challenge of your honour

And a challenge by the pistol is a challenge to the death

But the task we set before you throws a gauntlet to your gullet

Serves a summons to your stomach, imposition to your head

Test your metal with the masters throw the tankard down your maw

When you're drinking with the pirates better open up your jaw

We go drinking until dawn

The fire it has started, my belly is burning

And the acid of the lemon, guts wrenching and churning

Add the mix of the cinnamon, some water for water and rum. The rum!

The sun it has set, these hours are for slamming

No talking or balking, just man caterwauling

As they shout to the wench, that she causes unrest

In the crotches of all with her magnificent breasts

Drinking and drinking and drinking and drinking

No stopping, just glasses and chinking and chinking

The dawn never comes till this bar is drank dry

Many have failed, and most have died to try

When you drink until dawn

What will you do when the drinks passed to you

Will you crawl? Will you fall? Will your head hit the floor

When we drink until dawn

Shot after shot, there's no elegant way,

To blow chunks over sally, who’s a well travelled scally

She’ll ask you for payment for the loss of her trade

But a whore dressed in chunks is a whore in her place

Down a five pinter and swallow a yard

Not of ale, but of slops. “its not nice”. Drink it down

You're closer to breaking than the dawn is to you

So stop convulsing and shaking, ‘cos I know you’re a faking

He died, but he tried, his fits were not a lie

The tankards are stacking and my vision doth shake

The drink will take your life what will you stake

When we drink until the dawn, across the shadows of the night

Driving forwards, ever onwards till the break of morning light

When we drink until the dawn, raise your glasses up on high

To your brothers, to your crewmates

For tomorrow we may die

Nothing is left, not even the spitter

That was drank by the tramp who also drank from the shitter

The floor’s an inch deep in vomit and piss

‘Cos when three sheets to the wind then the pisser you miss

So set forth from the tavern start the drinking again

Yes this drunken nightmare never ends!