Well I consented to throw a ball
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And out they all were turning,
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All the wise ones, one and all,
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All the men and women of learning.
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All of learning the lazy ways,
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Of rag men and their brothers.
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Slothful artistic fools,
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Who were tossed out by their mothers
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[Chorus:]
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And there is never enough beer,
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To put upon the table.
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There's just never enough wine,
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To keep this party stable.
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There's just never enough booze
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To change this lonely weather.
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There's just never enough beer
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To keep anyone together.
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All south of Earl and Meath,
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Down in the liberties section
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Where mad man cough and bawl,
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And suffer all class of infection.
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To entertain my dear old friends,
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Every whore and thief and tinker.
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Who are loyal to the end,
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For they¡¯re loyal to a drink, sir.
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[Chorus]
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There¡¯s just never enough booze,
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To keep the fires burning,
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There¡¯s just never enough beer,
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To keep the torment from returning.
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I toss and turn through every night,
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Spent in agony and frustration,
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For I was born a wanderer,
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Oh a tireless occupation.
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From town to town I go,
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All dreaming of a homeland,
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That I will never see,
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For I never liked my first one.
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[Chorus]
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There's just never enough smoke,
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To change this lonely weather.
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There's just never enough beer,
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To keep anyone together.
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Never Enough
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The Tossers |