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
