Tá na Lá Lyrics

I hardly closed my eyes last night
My heart it nearly stopped its beating
for the row downstairs went on till light
with my daughter and her beau repeating
CHORUS
Tis the day Tis not the day
Tis the day into the morning
Tis not the day my maiden gay
for the moon on high it scorns the dawning

Get up oh man of the house get up
get up and put on your britches
the partys swinging give us a sup
well reward you with plenty riches
I wont get up says the man of the house
I wont put on me britches
never the drop will I give to carouse
not for all King Solomons riches
Me socks are in pop in the p***brokers shop
and me shoes have to pay me call
me fences fell down cows over them hop
and Ive never a whiffen at all

Me barrel is empty
of that Im sound
Bar dirty old dregs wed be scornin
So heres a pound to stand a round
and let us drink on to the morning