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Boozing

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    Boozing, boozing when you are dry
    Boozing, boozing suits you and I
    Some does it open and more on the sly
    But all of us likes to go boozing

    Where do you think I have been all the day?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    Where do you think I've been spending my pay?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    Don't say I am wrong for you know I'm not right
    Don't argue the point for you know I can't fight
    Where would you like me to take you tonight?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing

    What are the joys of the labouring man?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    What is he doing whenever he can?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    Comes home on a Saturday, gives his wife all
    She goes off to the market, makes many a call
    What brings her home clinging onto the wall?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing

    What do the Salvation Army sure drown?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    What are they preaching in every town?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    What they preach they don't practise, of that there's no doubt
    For at the street corners they stand and they shout
    What are they doing when their lights are gone out?
    But all of us likes to go boozing

    What are the joys of jolly Jack Tar?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    What are the joys of the bold sons o' war?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    And what makes England the land of the free
    And if another French war were to be
    Where would you find all the bold RAC ?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing

    As sung by Jimmy Crowley


    Boozing, boozing, just you and I
    Boozing, boozing when we get dry
    Some do it open and some on the sly
    But we're always bloody well boozing

    Where do you think we have been all the night?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    And how do you think that we've got all so tight?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    You may think me wrong or you may think me right
    You may think me dim or you may think me bright
    But what do you think we'll be doing tonight
    Boozing, bloody well boozing

    What is the thing I love more than my tea?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    What makes you keep whippin' off for a wee?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    Your pocket gets empty and your bladder gets tight
    You're gargling this beer the best part of the night
    Your nose goes blood red but your face goes all white
    Boozing, bloody well boozing

    What is the thing that the clergy pull down?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    What do they preach about in every town?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    They curse it and they call it and they holler it about
    They're talking about something they know plenty about
    For where do you find them when all lights are out?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing

    What is the thing I love more than my wife?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    What is the thing that's the plague of my life?
    Boozing, bloody well boozing
    As you roll home in the morning she starts moaning at you
    Says, lad, you're buggered - tomorrow you'll rue
    She rolls down the bed, sayin', There's nothin' doin' for you
    You've been boozing, bloody well boozing

    As sung by Hamish Imlach

  • See also http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=37350

Susannes Folksong-Notizen

  • [1977:] The song was very popular in Cork in the 1920s. (Notes Jimmy Crowley, 'The Boys of Fair Hill')

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