Drink It Up Men

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At the pub at the crossroads 
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there's whiskey and beer
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There's brandy, strong cognac 
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that's aging for years
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But for killing the thirst and for
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 easing the gout
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There's nothing at all beats a pint 
of good stout

[Chorus]
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Drink it up men it's long after ten

[Verse 2]
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At the pub on the crossroads I 
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first went astray
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There I drank enough drink for to
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 fill Galway Bay
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Going up in the morning I wore 
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out me shoes
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Going up to the cross for the best 
of good booze


[Chorus]
     C              G       C
Drink it up men it's long after ten


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[Verse 3]
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Some folk's o'er the water think 
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bitter is fine
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And others the swear by the juice
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 of the vine
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But there's nothing that's 
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squeezed from the grape or the hop
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Like the black liquidation with the 
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froth on the top


[Chorus]
           C       G        C
Drink it up men it's long after ten


[Verse 4]
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I've travelled in England, I've 
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travelled in France
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At the sound of good music I'll 
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sing or I'll dance
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So hear me then mister and pour me 
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one more
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If I can't drink it up, then throw 
me out the door


[Chorus]
C                   G       C
Drink it up men it's long after ten


[Verse 5]
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It's Guinness's porter that has 
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me this way
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For it's sweeter than buttermilk 
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and stronger then tea
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And when in the morning I feel 
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kind a rough

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Me curse on lord Iveagh who brews 
the damn stuff


[Chorus]
C                 G         C
Drink it up men it's long after ten
C                  G        C
Drink it up men it's long after ten