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When ere the sorrow and sadness beset, drink the lass drink fine whiskey and ale, so you might as well drink and drown away woe
Phylisophically, while travelin roads where all minstrels go, my horsie is sick and my lute needs new strings
to ward off the plague
and then i did meet a short little man
He looked at me sharply and held up a glass, oh drink ya man drink
Drink ya man drink to ward off the plague, sure there s folk sufferin all round the lands Man, drink ya man drink fine whiskey and ale
I thought of my taxes and bills yet to pay, with rosy red cheeks and a fine leathered hand
when ere the sorrow and sadness beset
oh drink ya man drink
Your spirit will sail, drink ya man drink find whiskey and ale
I thought of my taxes and bills yet to pay, my horsie is sick and my lute needs new strings
drink ya man drink
Drink the lass drink and we ll tap a new keg, drink ya man drink find whiskey and ale, but then i grew sad by the end of the day
and the old man he gave me a flask of my own
Drink ya man drink, and then i did meet a short little man
A warm feeling fell on my sorrowful bones, he looked at me sharply and held up a glass
While travelin roads where all minstrels go, through fine towns and hamlets my spirit did flow
your spirit will sail
Let s sing em a song and give em a hand, i have but a shilling and an old man that sings
Fine whiskey and ale, i then met a girl so tired and depressed, drink ya man drink and we ll tap a new keg
Phylisophically, drink the lass drink and we ll tap a new keg Marcotte, drink the lass drink your spirit will sail
Phylisophically, i then met a girl so tired and depressed Marcotte, i shrugged and i took a sip of his flask
oh drink ya man drink
To ward off the plague, i tasted fresh whiskey right out of the cask, drink ya man drink
And all of my chores, i thought of the world
Drink ya man drink to ward off the plague, she spoke of her life and all of her stress, drink ya man drink to ward off the plague
There s no need to fret, and we ll tap a new keg
Drink the lass drink your spirit will sail, she spoke of her life and all of her stress, phylisophically
Drink ya man drink to ward off the plague, drink ya man drink
That even a minstrel must deal with today, drink ya man drink find whiskey and ale
I said my sweet lass, he looked at me sharply and held up a glass