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Ode to the Irish Pub (Ode) by mindsigns
Over in Kinsale
the band began to wail
the drinks were flowing freely
to the different types of people
who've come in to share a jar
or to keep their troubles far
where a pint might make a difference
in every reminiscence.
Well, we're drinking and we're drinking
we're drowning and we're thinking
that this night might last forever
and no more nasty weather
with our pockets full of holes
as we gather down the dole
The women are in protest
for their lack of beauty rest.
Raise your hand if you are sober
then we'll bring another over
you don't want to be left out
from this lovely Irish stout.
Let us toast our merry glasses
and try not to act like asses
because we're Irish and we're proud
but we're getting rather loud
singing..
"We drink to live, we drink to die
we drink to laugh and cry
we drink to O'Kenary
and the lonely passerby
we drink and dance to old romance
we drink for loved ones lost.
Drink up to all those memories
no matter what the cost."
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