Aye! That'll do, lass. That'll do!
Gather 'round, ye lads and lasses, set ya for a while,
And harken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle.
Let's all raise our glasses high to friends and fam'ly gone,
And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song!
Consumption took me mother and 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 smiling 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!
Edit: We need a round for Dixie! *empties mug*
