Our rendition of one of our favorite, Celtic drinking songs and a tribute to some of the funny people who shaped our sense of humor.
lyrics
When we return in victory
it’s to the pub I’m led
I’ll toast to our sweet success
and down a foamy head
but it matters not what fills my mug
no ale or beer can quench
‘cause they are not the drink I crave
and I’m a thirsty wench
My favorite way to celebrate
is to head straight for the shore
the sailors there are trim and taut
and always wanting more
I’ll find a sailor willing
the finest I can get
his ship is not all I’ll board
or all that will get wet
When we come home at last rest
from fights long and ventures brave
I find the nearest tavern
playing the music that I crave
my spirits all are roused again
when notes begin to flow
so I’ll take the piper home with me
and show him how to blow
At the end of a long mission
when weariness I feel
I hie myself off to home
for a fresh, hot, steamy meal
I’ll invite a friend to join me
he’s my favorite to have about
‘cause he’ll never let me cook for him
he’d rather eat out
credits
from Angels Assemble,
released June 16, 2016
Tune from Whose Line is it Anyway
Original Lyrics by The Angels
The Original Angels: Alyss, Harmony, Kate, and Libby
July 2016
