Preab San Ol

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure Amassing treasure, why scrimp and save Why look so canny at every penny You'll take no money within the grave Landlords and gentry with all their plenty Must still go empty where ever they're bound So to my thinking we'd best be drinking Our glasses clinking around and round [Verse 4] King Solomon's glory, so famed in story Was far outshined by the lily's guise But hard winds harden both the field and garden Pleading for pardon, the lily dies Life's but a bauble of toil and trouble The feathered arrow, once shot never found So lads and lasses, because life passes Come fill your glasses for another round [Instrumental]