Ríoghnach Locha Eachach |
Challenge me, I dare you
To drink me under the table Just give me the chance I may look small, but I assure Upon your passed-out body, I'll dance One, two, three! Have a drink with me! One, two, three! Have a drink with me! You will look at me and grin On seeing my stature so short But you must look within A liver of steel I inherited And I must honor my stout-hearted kin Four, five, six! Let the liquors mix! Four, five, six! Let the liquors mix! Come at me, ye patrons Take your strongest whiskey to hand I'll do what I must I'll close my eyes and maybe my nose But down the hatch, I swear, it will rush Seven, eight, nine! And another time! Seven, eight, nine! And another time! Don't staunch the liquors' flow I swear, I'm standing up yet Call another round I will not yield until the field Starts replacing upwards with down Ten, eleven, twelve! Oh, hell I pray my boast was heard By Dionysus himself For this may be my last One more drink and I will sink But of this self-made test, I passed! |
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