| Joined up at the pub just to have one beer
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| When the landlady asked us to play a tune
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| And we played the tune that the landlady begged
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| After filling us up with some porter
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| For each song that we sung, she filled our glasses
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| For each son we sung, we got more drunk
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| And the people they cheered and filled us up
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| The night we tried to stay sober
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| The news of our music was spread around
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| So we went up North to play our songs
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| Singing songs about sailing and catching our fish
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| And they started to fill us with porter
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| For each song that we sung, she filled our glasses
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| For each son we sung, we got more drunk
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| And the people they cheered and filled us up
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| The night we tried to stay sober
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| Times was swell as we travelled about
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| Tried to refuse the whiskey and stout
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| Singing songs about drinking both whiskey and beer
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| And they started to fill us with porter
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| For each song that we sung, she filled our glasses
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| For each son we sung, we got more drunk
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| And the people they cheered and filled us up
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| The night we tried to stay sober |
| As all good young man holding their pride
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| Fighting for glory and keeping their vows
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| Singing songs about callgirls and strippers and whores
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| And we tried but we couldn’t stay sober |