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 easing the gout

There's nothing at all beats

a pint of good stout

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Drink it up men

it's long after ten

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At the pub on the crossroads

I first went astray

There I drank enough drink

for to fill Galway Bay

Going up to the morning

I wore out my shoes

Going up to the cross

for the best of good booze

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Drink it up men

it's long after ten

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Some folk's 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

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I've travelled in England,

I've travelled in France

At the sound of good music

I'll sing or I'll dance

Well hear me then mister

and pour me one more

If I can't drink it up,

then throw me out the door

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Drink it up men

it's long after ten

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It's Guinness's porter

that has me this way
For it's sweeter

than buttermilk

and stronger then tea

And when in the morning

I feel kind a rough
Me curse on lord Iveagh

who brews the damn stuff

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Drink it up men

it's long after ten

Drink it up men

it's long after ten.....