Drink It Up Men Chords by The Dubliners
Tempo:
142.075 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Em
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Em] [Dm]
[C] At the pub on the crossroads [F] there's whiskey [C] and beer
There's brandy from [G] Cognac that's fragrant [C] but dear
But for killing the first and [F] for raising [C] the gouse
There's nothing that all bids a [G] pint of good stout
Drink [C] it up, men, [G] it's long [C] after ten
At the pub on the crossroads [F] I first [C] went astray
There I drank enough drink for to build Galway Bay
Gone up in the morning I wore out me shoes
Gone up to the cross [G] for the best of good booze
[C] Drink it up, men, [G] it's long after [C] ten
Some folk o'er the water [F] think bitter [C] is fine
And others they swear [G] by the juice [C] of the vine
But there's nothing that's squeezed from [F] the grape or [C] the hop
Like the black liquidation [G] with the froth on the top
[C] Drink it up, men, [G] it's long [C] after ten
I've travelled in England, I've travelled in France
At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance
So hear me then, mister, and pour me one more
If I can I'll drink it up [G] then, throw me out the door
Drink [C] it up, men, [G] it's long after [C] ten
It's Guinness's porter [F] that has me [C] this way
For it's sweeter than buttermilk and stronger than tea
But when in the morning [F] I feel [C] kinda wrong
Make horse and Lord Ivy who [G] brews the damn [C] stuff
Drink it up, men, it's long after ten
Drink it up, [G] men, it's long after [C] ten
[C] At the pub on the crossroads [F] there's whiskey [C] and beer
There's brandy from [G] Cognac that's fragrant [C] but dear
But for killing the first and [F] for raising [C] the gouse
There's nothing that all bids a [G] pint of good stout
Drink [C] it up, men, [G] it's long [C] after ten
At the pub on the crossroads [F] I first [C] went astray
There I drank enough drink for to build Galway Bay
Gone up in the morning I wore out me shoes
Gone up to the cross [G] for the best of good booze
[C] Drink it up, men, [G] it's long after [C] ten
Some folk o'er the water [F] think bitter [C] is fine
And others they swear [G] by the juice [C] of the vine
But there's nothing that's squeezed from [F] the grape or [C] the hop
Like the black liquidation [G] with the froth on the top
[C] Drink it up, men, [G] it's long [C] after ten
I've travelled in England, I've travelled in France
At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance
So hear me then, mister, and pour me one more
If I can I'll drink it up [G] then, throw me out the door
Drink [C] it up, men, [G] it's long after [C] ten
It's Guinness's porter [F] that has me [C] this way
For it's sweeter than buttermilk and stronger than tea
But when in the morning [F] I feel [C] kinda wrong
Make horse and Lord Ivy who [G] brews the damn [C] stuff
Drink it up, men, it's long after ten
Drink it up, [G] men, it's long after [C] ten
Key:
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_ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ At the pub on the crossroads [F] there's whiskey [C] and beer
_ There's brandy from [G] Cognac that's fragrant [C] but dear
_ But for killing the first and [F] for raising [C] the gouse
There's nothing that all bids a [G] pint of good stout
Drink [C] it up, men, [G] it's long [C] after ten
At the pub on the crossroads [F] I first [C] went astray
There I drank enough drink for to build Galway Bay
_ Gone up in the morning I wore out me shoes
Gone up to the cross [G] for the best of good booze
[C] Drink it up, men, [G] it's long after [C] ten
_ Some folk o'er the water [F] think bitter [C] is fine
_ And others they swear [G] by the juice [C] of the vine
_ But there's nothing that's squeezed from [F] the grape or [C] the hop
Like the black _ liquidation [G] with the froth on the top
[C] Drink it up, _ men, [G] it's long [C] after ten
_ _ I've travelled in England, I've travelled in France
_ At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance
So hear me then, mister, and pour me one more
If I can I'll drink it up [G] then, throw me out the door
Drink [C] it up, men, [G] it's long after [C] ten
_ It's Guinness's porter [F] that has me [C] this way
For it's sweeter than buttermilk and stronger than tea
But when in the morning [F] I feel [C] kinda wrong
Make horse and Lord Ivy who [G] brews the damn [C] stuff
Drink it up, _ men, it's long after ten
Drink it up, _ [G] men, it's long after [C] ten _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ At the pub on the crossroads [F] there's whiskey [C] and beer
_ There's brandy from [G] Cognac that's fragrant [C] but dear
_ But for killing the first and [F] for raising [C] the gouse
There's nothing that all bids a [G] pint of good stout
Drink [C] it up, men, [G] it's long [C] after ten
At the pub on the crossroads [F] I first [C] went astray
There I drank enough drink for to build Galway Bay
_ Gone up in the morning I wore out me shoes
Gone up to the cross [G] for the best of good booze
[C] Drink it up, men, [G] it's long after [C] ten
_ Some folk o'er the water [F] think bitter [C] is fine
_ And others they swear [G] by the juice [C] of the vine
_ But there's nothing that's squeezed from [F] the grape or [C] the hop
Like the black _ liquidation [G] with the froth on the top
[C] Drink it up, _ men, [G] it's long [C] after ten
_ _ I've travelled in England, I've travelled in France
_ At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance
So hear me then, mister, and pour me one more
If I can I'll drink it up [G] then, throw me out the door
Drink [C] it up, men, [G] it's long after [C] ten
_ It's Guinness's porter [F] that has me [C] this way
For it's sweeter than buttermilk and stronger than tea
But when in the morning [F] I feel [C] kinda wrong
Make horse and Lord Ivy who [G] brews the damn [C] stuff
Drink it up, _ men, it's long after ten
Drink it up, _ [G] men, it's long after [C] ten _ _ _ _ _ _
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