Two songs spring to mind - first is the Calton Weaver, often known as Nancy Whisky; the other is a song of praise to an Irishman called Faidh Quill; the chorus of the latter goes

For rambling, for roving, for football and courting, and drinking black porter as fast as you fill, in all your days roving you'll find none so jovial as our Muskerry sportsman the bold Faidh Quill

But I've got no verses.