Lyrics:

At The Pub On The Crossroads There's Whiskey And Beer
there's Brandy From Cognac That's Fragrant But Dear
but For Killing The Thirst And For Raising 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 To The Mourning 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 O'er The Water Think Bitter Is Fine
and Others They Swear By The Juice Of The Wine
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 Cannot 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 Than Tea
but When In The Morning I Feel Kind Of Rough
me Cursin' Lord I Be Who Brews The Damned Stuff
drink It Up Men, It's Long After Ten
drink It Up Men, It's Long After Ten