The Drinking Song

Lyrics

[Intro] Why don't we do that? Chris, we need some more, we need some more leeway here Okay I'll hold it, I'll hold it in the middle Shh [Verse 1] In the merry, merry month of May When flowers were a-bloomin' When we commence our tale Not all the lads were laughing For some offense or other They were in the habit a lot Of hangin' poor lads and lasses Whether they be guilty or not [Chorus] Let's stop... Have another round To help us make the next verse go down There's method to the madness of the grape and grain That we might live to drink again [Verse 2] They would march them from the prison Through the seedier side of town Just after the sun had risen To the scaffold and the trap door sound Now this often scorned-at publican Would stop the whole procession And offer a slight libation As Christ's own load was lessened [Chorus] Let's stop... Have another round To help us make the next verse go down There's method to the madness of the grape and grain That we might live to drink again [Verse 3] And many had one last chaser But one poor lad was prudent Declined his one last bracer Claiming he was innocent And they all said, "On with the task" And his neck went up on a string And as he kicked his last Came a pardon from the king [Chorus] Let's stop... Have another round To help us make the next verse go down There's method to the madness of the grape and grain That we might live to drink again [Verse 4] So the moral of this story Is never refuse a drink And drink it nice and slowly And let the glasses clink And here's a song to use When you are in your cups And they tell you quit your booze Just tell them, "Drink it up" [Chorus] Let's stop... Have another round To help us make the next verse go down There's method to the madness of the grape and grain That we might live to drink again Let's stop... Have another round To help us make the next verse go down There's method to the madness of the grape and grain That we might live to drink again Let's stop... Have another round To help us make the next verse go down There's method to the madness of the grape and grain That we might live to drink again