The Dubliners - Drink it up men

^CAt the pub at the crossroads there's wh^Fiskey and^C beer ^CThere's brandy, strong cognac that's ag^Ging for ^Cyears ^CBut for killing the thirst and for e^Fasing the ^Cgout ^CThere's nothing at all beats ^Ga pint of good stout

^CDrink it up men it's l^Gong after^C ten [Verse 2] ^CAt the pub on the crossroads^F I first we^Cnt astray ^CThere I drank enough drink for to^G fill Galwa^Cy Bay ^CGoing up in the morning I wo^Fre out me ^Cshoes ^CGoing up to the cross for th^Ge best of good booze

Drink^C it up men it's^G long af^Cter ten

^CSome folk's o'er the water thi^Fnk bitte^Cr is fine ^CAnd others the swear by the ju^Gice of the ^Cvine ^CBut there's nothing that's squeezed from the ^Fgrape or the ^Chop ^CLike the black liquidation with th^Ge froth on the top

Drink it up^C men it'^Gs long af^Cter ten

^CI've travelled in England, I've^F travelle^Cd in France At the^C sound of good music I'll s^Ging or I'll d^Cance ^CSo hear me then mister an^Fd pour me ^Cone more ^CIf I can't drink it up, then thr^Gow me out the door

^CDrink it up men it's^G long af^Cter ten

^CIt's Guinness's porter that h^Fas me this^C way ^CFor it's sweeter than buttermilk and s^Gtronger then^C tea ^CAnd when in the morning I f^Feel kind a ^Crough

N.C.

Me curse on lord Iveagh who brews the damn stuff

^CDrink it up men it^G's long af^Cter ten ^CDrink it up men it'^Gs long af^Cter ten