Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drink, Sing and Be Jolly, artist - The Irish Rovers. Album song Gracehill Fair, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 31.01.2010
Record label: Rover
Song language: English
Drink, Sing and Be Jolly |
We’ll drink, sing and be jolly |
when the laughter our voices ring out |
no more will we be melancholy |
when we trust in a pint of good stout! |
We rut and we roar |
and we kick up our heels |
and never downhearted are we |
life is too short for to fuss and to fight |
sure we’re far better off on this spree |
We’ll drink, sing and be jolly |
when the laughter our voices ring out |
no more will we feel melancholy |
when we trust in a pint of good stout! |
We weren’t born to riches or noble estates |
we haven’t got money in store |
but down at the alehouse, |
we’re just as content |
as them that have millions or more. |
We’ll drink, sing and be jolly |
when the laughter our voices ring out |
no more will we feel melancholy |
when we trust in a pint of good stout! |
O happy is he with a pint in his hand |
who cares not for troubles or strife |
with friends at his side |
and a lass on his knee |
his only concern is the wife. |
We’ll drink, sing and be jolly |
when the laughter our voices ring out |
no more will we feel melancholy |
when we trust in a pint of good stout! |
Some say that the doctor |
with potions and pills |
is the answer when you’re feeling frail |
but a pint of good stout |
is the body’s own cure |
for to keep you both hearty and hail |
We’ll drink, sing and be jolly |
when the laughter our voices ring out |
no more will we be melancholy |
when we trust in a pint of good stout! |
There’s many the reasons |
for havin' a pint |
and another just come to me head |
if you don’t drink it now |
while you’re in the pink |
how the hell can you drink when you’re dead |
We’ll drink, sing and be jolly |
when the laughter our voices ring out |
no more will we be melancholy |
when we trust in a pint of good stout! |
C’mon all ye young rakes |
and ramblin' men who like to be single and free |
beware of the lass whose lookin' to wed |
for there’s none quite as crafty as she. |
We’ll drink, sing and be jolly |
when the laughter our voices ring out |
no more will we be melancholy |
when we trust in a pint of good stout! |
We’ll drink, sing and be jolly |
when the laughter our voices ring out |
no more will we be melancholy |
when we trust in a pint of good stout! |
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