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When I was a young man I was led astray,
I met with a buddy down in Logy Bay;
We went out in a weather, we wore out our shoes,
Went up Kings Bridge Road for a drink of Old Blue.
Drink 'er up, boys, it's well after ten,
Drink 'er up, boys, it's well after ten.
Some people say that the Pinky is fine,
Others will swear by a drop of moonshine;
But as for myself, I've a bottle of each,
Mixed in with a gallon of Dipper or Screech.
Drink 'er up, boys, it's well after ten,
Drink 'er up, boys, it's well after ten.
It's the old shavin' lotion that's made me this way,
Sweeter than Pepsi and stronger than 'tay';
And when in the evening when we're feeling fine,
We'll stop into Jakey's for icon and shine.
Drink 'er up, boys, it's well after ten,
Drink 'er up, boys, it's well after ten.
It's the old shavin' lotion that's made me this way,
Sweeter than Pepsi and stronger than 'tay';
And when in the morning when I'm feeling rough,
I curse ol' Jakey who sold me this stuff.
Drink 'er up, boys, it's well after ten,
Drink 'er up, boys, it's well after ten;
Drink 'er up, boys, it's well after ten,
Drink 'er up, boys, it's well after ten.
Take it two, four, out the door!
[Barely audible in the middle of instrumental.]
Whiskey, you're the devil, you're leading me astray,
Over hills and mountains, and to Americay;
You're nicer, sweeter, tastier, you're spunkier than a 'tay',
Oh whiskey, you're my lover, drunk or sober.
