The Irish Drinkin’ Song

So, Gather round ye lads and lasses
and Set ya for awhile
And hearken to me mournful tale about the emerald isle
Lets raise our glasses high to friends and family gone
And lift our vices in another Irish drinking song

Consumption took me mother and
Me father got the pox
Me brother drank the whisky till he wound up in a box
Me other brother in his troubles met with his demise
Me sister has forever closed her smiling Irish eyes

Now everybody’s died
So until our tears have dried
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we’ll drink some more
We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light
Then we’ll throw up pass out wakeup and then go drinking once again

Kenny was killed in Killkenny
And Clare she died in Clares
Tip in Tiperrary died out in the dairy air
Shannon jumped into the river Shannon back in June
Ernie fell into the urn and tom is in

Cleanliness is godliness my uncle Pat would sing
He broke he neck a slipping on a bar o' Irish Spring
O’Grady he was eighty though his bride was just a pup
He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up

Now everybody’s died
So until our tears have dried
We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink and then we’ll drink some more
We’ll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light
Then we’ll throw up pass out wakeup and then go drinking once again