Drinking Strong Whiskey

Source: The Stone Fiddle by Paddy Tunney

Location: New Edition, page 136 / 137

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One night I being tipsy from drinking strong whiskey,

The bumpers were passed right merrily round.

The toasts they were listed and no one resisted,

And Terry his fiddle did cheerfully sound.

I being apprehended by Aristo Reaper,

And straight to the raygions of dead men did go.

And as sure as you’re there I did swear by John Payton,

O that I would tear the old napper from Joe.

Chorus:

Right fol the dee arl, right fol the dee arl

Right fol the dee arl, right fol the dee ay

Right fol the dee arl, right fol the dee arl

Right fol the dee arl, right fol the dee ay.

I’ll have you be civil, or were you the divil,

You’ll have to come down with me to the road.

No wonder you’re weary in a spot that so dreary,

Down by these old walls where he makes his abode.

I wonder if souls who go up to heaven

E’er back to the regions of mortals do stray.

Or if they were sentenced to Pluto’s dark prison,

I’m sure old Cerberus wouldn’t let them away.

Chorus

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