On the Tear Tonight

We rode into Killarney town to drink a pint or seventy down

I ordered two and I turned around and there before my eyes

A lass with lovely hair of red I asked her for lovely dance

She slapped me with her lovely hand and totally smitten was I

Oh oh, we’re singin “whiskey in a jar” Oh, oh, We’re drinkin til we’re blind

it’s looking like a holy show, the mornin’ will be shite I know

But now is not the time for tears, We’re on the tear tonight

And through the door at 6 foot 3, A mighty rugger bugger is he

Arms the size of apple trees, and fists as big as kegs

I woke up lyin’ on the floor I’d won the fight My muckers swore

My noggin and my ars are sore and I can’t feel my legs, but

Oh oh, we’re singin “whiskey in a jar” Oh, oh, We’re drinkin ‘til we’re blind

It’s looking like a holy show, the mornin will be shite I know

But now is not the time for tears, We’re on the tear tonight

Their dancing on the tables now, the room is fairly spinning round

I’m well and truly pissed and plowed like everyone else in here

And if they slam the clinker door, it’s nowhere I’ve not been before

So go ahead, my friend, and pour another pint of beer

Oh oh, we’re drinkin’ whiskey in a jar and Oh, oh, we’re singin’ ‘til we’re blind

It’s looking like a holy show, the mornin will be shite I know

But now is not the time for tears, Now is not the time

Oh oh, we’re singin “whiskey in a jar” and Oh, oh, we’re drinkin’ ‘til we’re blind

It’s looking like a holy show, the mornin will be shite I know

But now is not the time for tears, We’re on the tear tonight

Now is not the time for tears, We’re on the tear tonight

We’re on the tear!