The Dubliners - Prefad San Ol lyrics

Is iomaם slם sin a bhםos ag daoine Ag cruinniת pםosaם is ag dיanamh stףir, Is a laghad a smaoinםos ar ghiorra an tsaoil seo Go mbeidh siad sםnte faoi leac go fףill. Mבs tiarna tםre, diתc nף rם thת, Nם rachaidh pingin leat is tת ag dul faoin bhfףd. Mar sin is dב bhrם sin nםl beart nםos crםonna Nב bheith go sםorraם ag cur preab son ףl. An long thar sבile nםl cuan nף cearda Nach gcaithfeadh cairde ar fud an domhain mhףir ף rםocht na Spבinne agus suas Gibraltar Agus ins an בit a mbםonn an Grand Senor. Le gach lasta ag lםonadh mבlaם Nם choinneodh an bבs uaidh uair nף dhף. Mar sin, a chairde, nםl beart nםos fearr dתinn Nב bheith mar tבimid ag cur preab san ףl. (Rest in English): Why spend your leisure bereft of Pleasure A ma**ing treasure why scrape and save? Why look so canny at ev'ry penny? You'll take no money within the grave Landlords and gentry with all their plenty Must still go empty where e'er they're bound So to my thinking we'd best be drinking Our gla**es clinking and round and round King Solomon's glory, so famed in story Was far outshone by the lillies guise But hard winds harden both field and garden Pleading for pardon, the lily dies Life's but a bauble of toil and trouble The feathered arrow, once shot ne'er found So, lads and la**es, because life pa**es Come fill your gla**es for another round The huckster greedy, he blinds the needy Their strifes unheeding, shouts "Money down!" This special vices, his fancy prices For a florin value he'll charge a crown With hump for tramel, the scripture's chamel Missed the needle's eye and so came to ground Why pine for riches, while still you've stitches To hold your britches up? Another round