Drink It Up Men

At the pub at the crossroads there's whiskey and beer
 There's brandy, strong cognac that's aging for years
 But for killing the thirst and for easing the gout
 There's nothing at all beats a pint of good stout
 Drink it up men it's long after ten
 At the pub on the crossroads I first went astray
 There I drank enough drink for to fill Galway Bay
 Going up in the morning I wore out me shoes
 Going up to the cross for the best of good booze
 Drink it up men it's long after ten
 Some folk's o'er the water think bitter is fine
 And others the swear by the juice of the vine
 But there's nothing that's squeezed from the grape or the hop
 Like the black liquidation with the froth on the top
 Drink it up men it's long after ten
 I've travelled in England, I've travelled in France
 At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance
 So hear me then mister and pour me one more
 If I can't drink it up, then throw me out the door
 Drink it up men it's long after ten
 It's Guinness's porter that has me this way
 For it's sweeter than buttermilk and stronger then tea
 And when in the morning I feel kind a rough
 Me curse on lord Iveagh who brews the damn stuff
 Drink it up men it's long after ten
 Drink it up men it's long after ten