At the pub on the crossroads there's whiskey and beer There's brandy from cognac that's fragrant but dear But for k**ing the thirst and for raising the gout There's nothing at all beats a pint of good stout Drink it up men, it's long after ten At the pub on the crossroads I first went astray There I drank enough drink for to fill Galway Bay Going up to the mourning I wore out me shoes Going up to the cross for the best of good booze Drink it up men, it's long after ten Some folk o'er the water think bitter is fine And others they swear by the juice of the wine But there's nothing that's squeezed from the grape or the hop Like the black liquidation with the froth on the top Drink it up men, it's long after ten I've travelled in England, I've travelled in France At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance So hear me then mister and pour me one more If I cannot drink it up then throw me out the door Drink it up men, it's long after ten It's Guinness's porter that has me this way For it's sweeter than bu*termilk and stronger than tea But when in the morning I feel kind of rough Me cursin' lord I be who brews the damned stuff Drink it up men, it's long after ten Drink it up men, it's long after ten