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 Got up to 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 o'er the water think bitter is fine And others, they 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 cannae 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 kinda 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 ten