The Drinking Song Dave Van Ronk
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[Verse 1]
In the merry, merry month of May
When flowers were a-bloomin'
When we commence our tale
Not all the lads were laughin'
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
In the merry, merry month of May
When flowers were a-bloomin'
When we commence our tale
Not all the lads were laughin'
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
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