We'll sail Inner Harbor and Delaware Bay, The Hudson, the Schuylkill and tip of Cape May. Brandishing glasses and tankards galore, In search of the barley juice up on the shore.
And it's toast to the lassies And drink to the lads Remember the women and song that we hadŠ We'll fill-up our glasses And empty the kegs Then head-out for more on what's left of our legs.
We'll stagger on in to the pubs and the bars Foresaking our vessels for domestic cars. Insulting the strong, and exalting the weak, Œtil were too drunk to fight and too tired to speak.
And it's toast to the lassies And drink to the lads. Remember the women and song that we hadŠ We'll fill-up our glasses And empty the kegs. Then head out for more on what's left of our legs.
We trade Dublin for Philly, and York for New York As long as there's Whiskey we'll sure take the work. We won't bring the muskets, we won't cause the pain, But we're good for some headaches, and tough to clean stains.
And it's toast to the lassies And drink to the lads Remember the women and song that we hadŠ We'll fill-up our glasses And empty the kegs Then head-out for more on what's left of our legs
And it's toast to the lassies And drink to the lads Remember the women and song that we hadŠ We'll fill-up our glasses And empty the kegs Then head-out for more on what's left of our legs