St. Brigid's Fire

It's the 1st of February And we all have gathered here To drink up for King and conscience From this glorious lake of beer And drink we will straight on 'til morning Drink we will all through the night And if the sun should cease to give it This lake of beer will be our light They say the first shall be the last So Sister Brigid, fill my glass I'll be the first to drink and the last to die Oh, but I'll have glory at my side I refuse that it should come to pass That when I look back on my life I'll see an empty home and an empty heart And a boy who never found his wife And if a thief should sneak up on me And take from me my cup, my share I'll say, "There's plenty more where that came from Come with me, I'll take you there" They say the first shall be the last So Sister Brigid, fill my glass I'll be the first to drink and the last to die Oh, but I'll have glory at my side They say the first shall be the last So Sister Brigid, fill my glass I'll be the first to drink and the last to die Oh, but I'll have glory at my side Oh, when the saints go marching in Oh, when the saints go marching in They will behold a lake of beer And they all will dive right in Oh, when the saints go marching in Oh, when the saints go marching in They will behold a lake of beer And they all will dive right in