Roaring Jack - The La** Behind The Beertaps lyrics

I'm not the kind to vex my mind on the fickle winds of fortune I'd rather sink another drink of brandy, wine or potheen For life is short and I'm the sort of man to take it easy If there's a dram who gives a d**n if the morning finds me queasy Some take delight in picking a fight and beating up on the quare chap When I get pissed I want to kiss the la** behind the beer taps Some take delight in picking a fight out on the street on a Saturday night I'd save me strength and slip me length to the la** behind the beer taps I've often woke up stoney broke and all my pay I've spent it If I've the bra** and a willing la** I'll take me wad and dent it For flakes of snow they come and go so why not you and I love And e'er it's done we'll have some fun then go to hell and fry love The wise man trims his wisdom and the fool pursues his folly Give me an hour inside the bower with my sweet charming Polly For love is pleasing, love is teasing, love is wealth and treasure With a gla** of wine I will entwine and with me la** take pleasure