P.Furlong (lyrics), G.Durack (air)
If I still had a drop in the bottle
I would merrily sing all the day
I'd be merry with Sherry and Daffy Downderry
And ne'er a cross word would I say!
Ah but who am I fooling, a chairde
The day dims, it's never that long
Now alas and alack - I lie dry on my back
For the very last dropeen is gone!
But here comes a gentleman holy
He's roly and poly and kind
"Now good man this won't do - you'll end up with the Flu
So arise now - get off your behind!"
"No more singing while inebriated
You don't have a note in your head
You're a bit of a crow - don't know So from your Do
Come along till we find you a bed!"
"Oh 'n deed and I won't leave my station
There is many would kill to get here
All I need is a topup of Rotgut or Sherry
I'd settle for Brandy or Beer!"
"And don't you go berating my vocals
Or belittling my musical ear
I'll have you to know that I do know my Do
And my Re and my Fa - Do you hear?"
"Let us go to a musical session
I'm better than some people think!
If I got a go on a fiddle and bow
I'd show you what I thinks of drink!"
"Who are you with your airs and your graces
To be meddlin' in people's affairs?
Let him without sin be the first to cash in
Is that what you're preaching up there?"
"I am telling you Father O'Dea now
I'm a man that's more patient than most
But if I see no beer on this table right here
I'll be telling you quick to get lost!"
Well and Glory to God here he comes now
A tray with a full set of foam
"I'm sorry I spoke - it was only a joke
Sit you down - it's too late to go home!"
Now here's to the man that is holy
That man coached me and I on the ropes
"Good on ya Frère Jacques - I take it all back
And may all of your children be Popes!"
