"Let's have an Irish drinking song, aye?"
*Steps onto the bar and sings, gesturing for the crowd to join in for the common verses.
"Gather round ye lads and lasses, set ye for awhile,
An' harken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle.
Let's all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone,
And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song.
Consumption took me mother an' me father got the pox.
Me brother drank the whiskey till he wound up in a box.
Me other brother in the Troubles met with his demise.
Me sister has forever closed her smilin' Irish eyes.
Chorus:
Now everybody's died, and until our tears are dried,
We'll drink an' drink an' drink an' drink an' then we'll drink some more.
We'll dance an' sing an' fight until the early mornin' light,
Then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up, and then go drinkin' once again!
Taijitu's full of pleasant drunks and mournful, angry eyes
The weepy and the commonplace we all dare not despise
For we, a tavern full of drink, accept whoever comes
'Why not?' we say, 'Drink the night away, for we're all naught but bums!'"
