The Drinking Song

[Intro]
Why don't we do that?
Chris, we need some more, we need some more leeway here
Okay
I'll hold it, I'll hold it in the middle
Shh

[Verse 1]
In the merry, merry month of May
When flowers were a-bloomin'
When we commence our tale
Not all the lads were laughing
For some offense or other
They were in the habit a lot
Of hangin' poor lads and lasses
Whether they be guilty or not

[Chorus]
Let's stop...
Have another round
To help us make the next verse go down
There's method to the madness of the grape and grain
That we might live to drink again

[Verse 2]
They would march them from the prison
Through the seedier side of town
Just after the sun had risen
To the scaffold and the trap door sound
Now this often scorned-at publican
Would stop the whole procession
And offer a slight libation
As Christ's own load was lessened

[Chorus]
Let's stop...
Have another round
To help us make the next verse go down
There's method to the madness of the grape and grain
That we might live to drink again

[Verse 3]
And many had one last chaser
But one poor lad was prudent
Declined his one last bracer
Claiming he was innocent
And they all said, "On with the task"
And his neck went up on a string
And as he kicked his last
Came a pardon from the king

[Chorus]
Let's stop...
Have another round
To help us make the next verse go down
There's method to the madness of the grape and grain
That we might live to drink again

[Verse 4]
So the moral of this story
Is never refuse a drink
And drink it nice and slowly
And let the glasses clink
And here's a song to use
When you are in your cups
And they tell you quit your booze
Just tell them, "Drink it up"

[Chorus]
Let's stop...
Have another round
To help us make the next verse go down
There's method to the madness of the grape and grain
That we might live to drink again
Let's stop...
Have another round
To help us make the next verse go down
There's method to the madness of the grape and grain
That we might live to drink again
Let's stop...
Have another round
To help us make the next verse go down
There's method to the madness of the grape and grain
That we might live to drink again