The Dubliners - Preab San Ol lyrics

Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure? Ama**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 Is iomaí slí sin do bhíos ag daoine Ag cruinniú píosaí is ag déanamh stóir 'S a laghad a smaoiníos ar ghiorra a' tsaoil seo Go mbeidh siad sínte faoi leac go fóill Más tiarna tíre, diúc no rí thú Ní cuirfear pingin leat ‘s tú ‘dul faoin bhfód Mar sin is dá bhrí sin, níl beart níos críonna Ná bheith go síoraí ag cur preab san ól King Solomon's glory, so famed in story Was far outshone by the lilies 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 Is gearr an saol ‘tá ag an lílí sciamhach Cé gur buí agus gur geal a ghabháil Is Solamh críonna ina chulaith riúil Nach bhfuil baol air in áille dhó Níl sa tsaol seo ach mar soinneán gaoithe Ga a scaoiltear nó slám de cheo Mar sin ‘s dá bhrí sin, níl beart níos críonna Ná bheith go síoraí ag cur preab san ól The huckster greedy, he blinds the needy Their strifes unheeding, shouts "Money down!" His special vices, his fancy prices For a florin's value he'll charge a crown With hump for trammel, the scripture's camel 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!