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Whats your favorite drinking song?


Barkeep Casey

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Been a ton of good drinking songs on the country music side in the last few years. Which got me thinking, what's your favorite drinking song?

Personally I can taste the salt on the glass when I hear Margaritaville.

 

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2 more of my favorites! BMC you got me with the drinkin' song. Never heard that one before.

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I never sing with my mouth full.

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TO ANACREON IN HEAVEN
(Ralph Tomlinson)

To Anacreon in Heav`n, where he sat in full glee
A few sons of Harmony seny a petition,
That he their inspirer and patron would be,
When this answer arrived from the jolly old Grecian:
Voice, fiddle and flute,
No longer be mute.
I`ll lend you my name, and inspire you to boot...
And, besides, I`ll intruct you, like me, to entwine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus` vine.

The news to Olympus immediately flew,
Where Old Thunder decided to give himself airs.
`If we suffer these mortals their schemes to pursue,
There`s Devil a goddess will stay above stairs.`
Hark! Already they cry
In transports of joy,
`A fig for Parnassus, to Rowley`s we`ll fly!
And there, my good fellows, we`ll learn to entwine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus` vine.`

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"One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer" aka "House Rent Blues."

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TO ANACREON IN HEAVEN(Ralph Tomlinson)To Anacreon in Heav`n, where he sat in full gleeA few sons of Harmony seny a petition,That he their inspirer and patron would be,When this answer arrived from the jolly old Grecian:Voice, fiddle and flute,No longer be mute.I`ll lend you my name, and inspire you to boot...And, besides, I`ll intruct you, like me, to entwineThe myrtle of Venus with Bacchus` vine.The news to Olympus immediately flew,Where Old Thunder decided to give himself airs.`If we suffer these mortals their schemes to pursue,There`s Devil a goddess will stay above stairs.`Hark! Already they cryIn transports of joy,`A fig for Parnassus, to Rowley`s we`ll fly!And there, my good fellows, we`ll learn to entwineThe myrtle of Venus with Bacchus` vine.`

But when you sing that you have to stand at attention. :D

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TO ANACREON IN HEAVEN

(Ralph Tomlinson)

 

To Anacreon in Heav`n, where he sat in full glee

A few sons of Harmony seny a petition,

That he their inspirer and patron would be,

When this answer arrived from the jolly old Grecian:

Voice, fiddle and flute,

No longer be mute.

I`ll lend you my name, and inspire you to boot...

And, besides, I`ll intruct you, like me, to entwine

The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus` vine.

 

The news to Olympus immediately flew,

Where Old Thunder decided to give himself airs.

`If we suffer these mortals their schemes to pursue,

There`s Devil a goddess will stay above stairs.`

Hark! Already they cry

In transports of joy,

`A fig for Parnassus, to Rowley`s we`ll fly!

And there, my good fellows, we`ll learn to entwine

The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus` vine.`

 

Longer version.

 

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=3l-n64NWHS4

 

Lyrics at the Youtube link.

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The Wild Rover (Drop Kick Murphys) and Waste Some Time (Colt Ford, Nic Cowan, and Nappy Roots)

 

CBO

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How could you miss "Think I'll just set here and Drink"?

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"John Barleycorn" is a British folksong. The character of John Barleycorn in the song is a personification of the important cereal crop barley and of the alcoholic beverages made from it, beer and whisky. In the song, John Barleycorn is represented as suffering attacks, death and indignities that correspond to the various stages of barley cultivation, such as reaping and malting.

 

 

There were three men came out of the West

Their fortunes for to try

And these three men made a solemn vow

John Barleycorn must die

 

They've ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in

Threw clouds upon his head

And these three men made a solemn vow

John Barleycorn was dead

 

They've let him lie for a very long time

Till the rains from heaven did fall

And little Sir John sprung up his head

And so amazed them all

 

They've let him stand till midsummer's day

Till he looked both pale and wan

And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard

And so become a man

 

They've hired men with the scythes so sharp

To cut him off at the knee

They've rolled him and tied him by the way

Serving him most barbarously

 

They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks

Who pricked him to the heart

And the loader he has served him worse than that

For he's bound him to the cart

 

They've wheeled him around and around the field

Till they came unto a barn

And there they made a solemn oath

On poor John Barleycorn

 

They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks

To cut him skin from bone

And the miller he has served him worse than that

For he's ground him between two stones

 

And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl

And he's brandy in the glass

And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl

Proved the strongest man at last

 

The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox

Nor so loudly to blow his horn

And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot

Without a little Barleycorn

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