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Sláinte, why don't ya, come on and drink with me We'll hoist a glass to heroes past and others yet to be We'll drink until we should be done and then we'll have another one Sláinte, why don't ya come on and drink with me
Come on and rest your weary bones, sit down here for a while And maybe share a pint or two and talk about our trials The tales will all get taller, as every drink goes by And everyone's convinced that they can tell a bigger lie
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The pub will fill with music, and we will lead the way We'll shout on all the rebel songs and toast to better days We'll tie you to a barstool if you're too drunk to stand We'll take the ropes away if you're the singer in the band
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We'll flirt with all the women folk and buy them lots of rounds They're sure to be impressed that none of us have fallen down What they see as a stagger, is really just a sway And we will all pretend we're not in drunken disarray
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The barman's lost his humor, no longer wears a grin He's not the friendly lad he was when we came strollin' in He's ransoming the porter, he's holding back the gin It happened 'bout the time that all of us ran out of tin
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