Yup the Kippers did some fine alcoholic songs.

Drink, boys, drink, and see that you do not spill,
For if you do, you shall drink two,
For that is our master's will.

My favourite is the parody of SHE MOVED THROUGH THE FAIR which goes in this sort of vein. Apologies to Sid and Henry if I have mistranslated from the trunch original.

My young love said to me, "My father won't mind,
And my ma won't mind either, for with drink she is blind."
As she fell down atop me this was her refrain:
"O-o-o it will not be long, love, till they're open again."

And she moved away from me and fell down the stair,
And slowly I heard her trip here and crash there,
And she went away from me one over the eight,
And like a swan in the evening, she fell into the lake.

Last night she came to me. Dead drunk she came in,
And so softly she burped, I could scarce smell the gin,
And she fell down on top me. This was her refrain:
"O-o-o it will not be long love till they're open again."