I think it's a different song by The Dubliners, sung by Ciaran Bourke, DRINK IT UP, MEN.

At the pub on the crossroads there's whisky and beer.
There's brandy from cognac that's fragrant but dear.
But for killing the thirst and for raising the gout(?)
There's nothing at all beats a pint of good stout.

Drink it up, men, it's long after ten.

At the pub on the crossroads I first went astray.
There I drank enough drink for to fill Galway Bay.
Going up in the morning, I wore out me shoes,
Going up to the cross for the best of good booze.

Drink it up, men, it's long after ten.

Some folk o'er the water think bitter is fine,
And others they swear by the juice of the vine.
But there's nothing that's squeezed from the grape or the hop
Like the black liquidation with the froth on the top.

Drink it up, men, it's long after ten.

I've travelled in England, I've travelled in France.
At the sound of good music I'll sing or I'll dance.
So here me then, mister, and pour me one more.
If I canna drink it up, then throw me out the door.

Drink it up, men it's long after ten.

It's Guinness's porter that has me this way,
For its sweeter than buttermilk and stronger than tay.
But when in the morning I feel kinda rough,
My curse on Lord Iveagh who brews the damn stuff.

Drink it up, men, it's long after ten.

Cheers!

Bobby Bob.

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 29-May-02.