OK these are the words I have. I got it from a guy who sang it at a session in Newry and he was kind enough to give me a tape of it. He said it was called "THE DRUNKEN MAN"

It's of a row I'll tell you now between a woman and a man
She told him very plainly how the times were getting on
She said some have gold and silver, and as many notes as pence
It's well known that drunken people they have got but little sense.

For this is the way from day to day the world goes on and sure
Some rolling in the riches while a drunken man is poor
By saving up your money, 'tis the best plan I am sure
To keep hunger from your family and a notice from your door

You know what you'll do next Saturday, Jack, after you get your pay
You're sure to fall in with company, and you'll get drunk that day
The publican will welcome you for he's sure to get your pence
It's well known that drunken people they have got but little sense.

For the publican stays sober, for to attend you all
If you raise a row inside the bar the police he will call
He'll throw you out into the street. to the barracks you will roll
You'll be shivering there till morning like a dog in a black hole

And then you'll get your summons to appear the next court day
Oh was he drunk and disorderly, the magistrate will say
According to the evidence that's given on the ground
You'll be fined at least ten shillings, or otherwise a pound

If you haven't' got the money, you'll be then sent on to jail
You'd be better to buy a bag of flour, or a bag of Indian meal
To support your little family, for winter's coming on
Or a slice of Irish bacon to be screeching in the pan

For this is the way from day to day the world goes on and sure
Some rolling in the riches while a drunken man is poor
By saving up your money 'tis the best plan I am sure
To keep hunger from your family and a notice from your door

Och, Woman, you don't understand, said Jack, about riches I don't mind
If I had too much money, I would go wrong in the mind
My father drank before me, and I often heard him say
That them who have gold and rich estates take none of it to the clay

You can have your pint of Porter, be a man and have your share
Or two or three in company; I'm sure it would be fair
But when you're drunk you're shouting, and smashing all the Delft
Making a rich man of the publican and a poor man of yourself

You know what you did last Saturday, you drank all the money you got
You sold the shirt from off your back and you went and pawned the pot
You woke up Sunday morning with a sore and aching head
And I had to go in the frost and snow and sell the blankets off the bed.

For this is the way....