Pub Crawl
I'm going out tonight,
I might just have a skin full.
But I promised me old ma,
that I would not be sin full
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there in the morning.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there tomorrow night.
I was on the booze last night,
the same again this morning.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there before the dawning
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there in the morning.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there tomorrow night.
I met with a couple of lads,
we had a few together
When the Landlord he called time
we were right under the weather.
He came across to me
and he said you best be leaving,
When I struggled to the door,
me belly it was heaving.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there in the morning.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there tomorrow night.
We went to an old sheebeen,
we had Potin beer and whiskey
Ah the good old mountain dew
sure it makes me feel quiet frisky
That lovely busty barmaid,
she filled me up with cider
She took me up the stairs
but I fell asleep beside her.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there in the morning.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there tomorrow night.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there in the morning.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there tomorrow night.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there in the morning.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there tomorrow night...
I might just have a skin full.
But I promised me old ma,
that I would not be sin full
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there in the morning.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there tomorrow night.
I was on the booze last night,
the same again this morning.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there before the dawning
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there in the morning.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there tomorrow night.
I met with a couple of lads,
we had a few together
When the Landlord he called time
we were right under the weather.
He came across to me
and he said you best be leaving,
When I struggled to the door,
me belly it was heaving.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there in the morning.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there tomorrow night.
We went to an old sheebeen,
we had Potin beer and whiskey
Ah the good old mountain dew
sure it makes me feel quiet frisky
That lovely busty barmaid,
she filled me up with cider
She took me up the stairs
but I fell asleep beside her.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there in the morning.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there tomorrow night.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there in the morning.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there tomorrow night.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there in the morning.
And if I don't make it home
I'll be there tomorrow night...
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Writer(s): Michael Connor
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