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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