Those of good nature with light in their hearts
Find goodness in each of life's various parts.
They see each blessing as a bountiful bowl.
A half gla** of water they see as half-full.
But I say these folks need a stick in the eye.
Beat them in the head till they break down and cry.
Tell me not to be cheery. To you I say this:
Me life is a gla** that is half-full of piss.
Chorus:
Tulloo, tullary, tuh-tibby, tarye.
I shan't feel better till the barrel is dry.
So fill up me tankard with a good foamy bliss.
Me life is a gla** that is half-full of piss.
Me wife, she died of a fever one spring.
Now I'm alone, 'tis a terrible thing.
Theres no one to cook or to drain out me cyst.
Me life is a gla** that is half-full of piss.
Me wife, she lives, this fact I despise.
Each night I pray for her deserved demise.
She's a shrew and a magpie that I shall not miss.
Me life is a gla** that is half-full of piss.
Chorus
Me wife insisted I give up strong drink,
There is no worse fate for a Boggard, I think.
I shall long for my dear ale's soft foamy kiss.
Me life is a gla** that is half-full of piss.
My best friend, the brewer, died in his home.
He was brewing a hogshead when he fell in the foam.
We tried to drink it, but he'd fouled up the grist.
Me life is a gla** that is half-full of piss.
Chorus
Now, some of you may say my outlook is bleak,
But I tell you pity is just for the weak.
I screwed up me courage and I strengthened me fist
By gripping quite tight to my half gla** of piss.
Tulloo, tullary, tuh-tibby, tarye.
I shan't feel better till the barrel is dry.
So fill up me tankard with a good foamy bliss.
Me life is a gla** that is half-full -
Tulloo, tullary, tuh-tibby, tarye.
I shan't feel better till the barrel is dry.
So fill up me tankard with a good foamy bliss.
Me life is a gla** that is half-full -
Of piss.