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At the pub at the crossroads there's
whiskey and beer
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There's brandy, strong cognac that's aging for
years
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But for killing the thirst and for easing the gout
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There's nothing
at all beats a pint of good stout
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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
Going up 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's o'er the water think bitter is fine
And others
the 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 can't
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 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
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Drink it up men it's long after ten
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