The Lass Behind The Beertaps Lyrics & Chords By Roaring Jack

I’m not the kind to vex my mind on the fickle winds of fortune
I’d rather sink another drink of brandy, wine or potheen
For life is short and I’m the sort of man to take it easy
If there’s a dram who gives a d**n if the morning finds me queasy

Some take delight in picking a fight and beating up on the quare chap
When I get pissed I want to kiss the lass behind the beer taps
Some take delight in picking a fight out on the street on a Saturday night
I’d save me strength and slip me length to the lass behind the beer taps

I’ve often woke up stoney broke and all my pay I’ve spent it
If I’ve the brass and a willing lass I’ll take me wad and dent it
For flakes of snow they come and go so why not you and I love
And e’er it’s done we’ll have some fun then go to hell and fry love

The wise man trims his wisdom and the fool pursues his folly
Give me an hour inside the bower with my sweet charming Polly
For love is pleasing, love is teasing, love is wealth and treasure
With a glass of wine I will entwine and with me lass take pleasure