Collection of Irish Song Lyrics
Drink With Joy a.k.a. Preab San Ol
Those in this game for fortune and fame
might spare a thought for how short is life
What will it matter midst all this clatter
when you're six feet down without child or wife
What e're your thing Duke, Lord or King
You'll not take a h'penny into the ground
Forget your troubles they're only life's bubbles
and cry let's fill up with one more round
The covetous banker for profits may hanker
but for him the gaining is only a game
It's not that he's needy he's just being greedy
and the profits he makes are just profits in name
for the greatest of prophets such methods would scoff at
As camels who'd pass through a needles eye found
so forget all your troubles they're only life's bubbles
and call for the filling of one more round
The captain at sea can never feel free
tho in harbors all over the world he may hide
from Spain to Gibralter or anchored in Malta
or far Constantinople on the world's otherside
for he must set to sea and tis then he will see
that death can be mastered in strom or aground
so forget all your troubles they're only life's bubbles
and call for the filling of one more round
The life of a flower is shed by the hour
and brighter the lilly the quicker will fade
yet Solomon's glory tho fabled in story
could ne'er be so brightly or briefly arrayed
The life with his sins is a puff of the winds
a brief wisp of mist on a hillside around
so forget all your troubles they're only life's bubbles
and call for the filling of one more round
