A song of drinking, loving, and regret.<\/p>\n
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At the end of the day, I like a little drink to raise up me voice and sing;
\nIn\u00a0an hour or two with a\u00a0pint of\u00a0brew and I’m ready for anything.
\nAt the Cross Keys Inn there were sisters four; the landlord’s daughters fair.
\nAnd every night when they’d\u00a0put5 out the light I would tiptoe up the stair,<\/p>\n
chorus: I got the call from foreign shores to go and fight the foe, Well I bore once more for my native shore; farewell to the raging seas! 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\u00a0an hour or two with a\u00a0pint of\u00a0brew and I’m ready for anything. At the … Continue reading
\nSinging!<\/em><\/strong>
\n One for the morning glory, two for the early dew<\/em><\/strong>
\n Three for the man who will stand his round<\/em><\/strong>
\n And four for the love of you, me girl,<\/em><\/strong>
\n Four for the love of you!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nAnd I\u00a0got no more of the sisters four, but still I was sad to go.
\nI sailed away on a ship, The Morning Glory<\/em> was her name,
\nAnd we’d all fall down when the rum went ’round, then get up and start again!<\/p>\n
\nAnd the Cross Keys Inn was a-beckonin’, and me heart was filled with glee!
\nUp\u00a0there on the shore were the sisters four with a bundle upon each knee
\nThere were three little girls and a bouncing boy, and they all looked just like me!?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"