Morning Glory

A song of drinking, loving, and regret.


At the end of the day, I like a little drink to raise up me voice and sing;
In an hour or two with a pint of brew and I’m ready for anything.
At the Cross Keys Inn there were sisters four; the landlord’s daughters fair.
And every night when they’d put5 out the light I would tiptoe up the stair,

One for the morning glory, two for the early dew
Three for the man who will stand his round
And four for the love of you, me girl,
Four for the love of you!

I got the call from foreign shores to go and fight the foe,
And I got no more of the sisters four, but still I was sad to go.
I sailed away on a ship, The Morning Glory was her name,
And we’d all fall down when the rum went ’round, then get up and start again!

Well I bore once more for my native shore; farewell to the raging seas!
And the Cross Keys Inn was a-beckonin’, and me heart was filled with glee!
Up there on the shore were the sisters four with a bundle upon each knee
There were three little girls and a bouncing boy, and they all looked just like me!?

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