Chug-A-Lug Pub Song

When the day dwindles pale...with my tall mug of ale I'm a weepy ole' fool , it is quite plain to see I'll shed many a tear ore' the wee smallest thing I am known to spill oceans, with a tall chug-a-lug There'll be tubs splashing tears, all over your head! For,.......... I love my old mates and I'm lovin' my brew I have a dilemma, it's the bluest of blues but I can't decide which I'm holdin' more dear a fine league of shipmates or my lagers of beer I moon over moonlight shining over the sill While I drink with my matey, who is over the hill O', ......he'll tell me a story of his granny who's ill And my eyes will start wellin' and a river will spill! For,.......... I love my old mates and I'm lovin' my brew I have a dilemma, it's the bluest of blues but I can't decide which I'm holdin' more dear a fine league of shipmates or my lagers of beer There is lint in my eye over sharing goodbyes I'll lament just a bit over missing Ma's pies When a goat has been bitten by a snake that is long I will leak like a bucket ..for a world that's gone wrong If I must kick the bucket, so what if I do? And if there's a heaven and the devil's not due You'll know for sure I have a smile upon my face from seeing my shipmates and from drinkin' my brew! For,.......... I love my old mates and I'm lovin' my brew I have a dilemma, it's the bluest of blues but I can't decide which I'm holdin' more dear a fine league of shipmates or my lagers of beer !! _______________________________________________ For Cyndi's "Raise the Roof Pub Song" Contest