A[]t 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 f[]or easing []the gout
[]There s nothing at all beats[] a pint of good sto[]ut
[]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 t[]en
[]Drink it up []men it s long after t[]en