Drink, Sing and Be Jolly

We'll drink, sing and be jolly When the laughter our voices ring out No more will we be melancholy When we trust in a pint of good stout! We rut and we roar And we kick up our heels And never downhearted are we Life is too short for to fuss and to fight Sure we're far better off on this spree We'll drink, sing and be jolly When the laughter our voices ring out No more will we feel melancholy When we trust in a pint of good stout! We weren't born to riches or noble estates We haven't got money in store But down at the alehouse, We're just as content As them that have millions or more. We'll drink, sing and be jolly When the laughter our voices ring out No more will we feel melancholy When we trust in a pint of good stout! O happy is he with a pint in his hand Who cares not for troubles or strife With friends at his side And a lass on his knee His only concern is the wife. We'll drink, sing and be jolly When the laughter our voices ring out No more will we feel melancholy When we trust in a pint of good stout! Some say that the doctor With potions and pills Is the answer when you're feeling frail But a pint of good stout Is the body's own cure For to keep you both hearty and hail We'll drink, sing and be jolly When the laughter our voices ring out No more will we be melancholy When we trust in a pint of good stout! There's many the reasons For havin' a pint And another just come to me head If you don't drink it now While you're in the pink How the hell can you drink when you're dead We'll drink, sing and be jolly When the laughter our voices ring out No more will we be melancholy When we trust in a pint of good stout! C'mon all ye young rakes And ramblin' men who like to be single and free Beware of the lass whose lookin' to wed For there's none quite as crafty as she. We'll drink, sing and be jolly When the laughter our voices ring out No more will we be melancholy When we trust in a pint of good stout! We'll drink, sing and be jolly When the laughter our voices ring out No more will we be melancholy When we trust in a pint of good stout! End