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Some
folks like coffee and tea for their breakfast
If that makes you happy, I’m happy for you
But I like some fire on me old morning checklist
I’m a bit partial to the Tullamore Dew
What
kind of man would drink in the morning?
What kind of man wants pocheen before noon?
The trouble with thirst is it hits without warning
So don’t be caught thinkin’ you're drinkin’ too soon
I once
knew a man that worked in the evening
His shift didn’t end till the red rooster crowed
He’d have a snort when the workin’ was over
Then stumble on home down the Rosconnon Road
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Sometimes the whistles and fiddles control us
It only gets worse when there’s whiskey around
We thumbed our nose when the women folk told us
You better be home when the moon has gone down
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I bowed
me head as the priest he approached me
He told me my sinnin’ had reached a new low
He said Sunday morning the wine was for sippin’
Me and my whiskey would just have to go
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