Drink, Sing and Be Jolly - The Irish Rovers

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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