DRINK UP, BOYS.
Copyright, 1890, by Harding Brothers.
Words and Music by Arthur Wert.
A man who is fond of his drinking
Is known as a jolly good fellow too;
The night he will spend without winking,
At his club he'll drink and play;
But when he's hard up, I am thinking,
He never gets a chance of a drink or two;
But when in his pocket there's clinking
Yellow gold, you'll hear him say:
"Drink up, boys, And have a glass with me,
For it isn't every day you'll find me out upon a spree;
"I'm all right, I've got the cash, you see,
And I mean to keep it up, for I'm as happy as can be."
Then off he will go in a hansom,
As fast as the horses can carry him;
He feels just as strong as a Samson,
For his purse is as strong, no doubt.
He's able to pay any ransom.
And asks every girl if she'll marry him;
With every charming damsel
At the bar you'll hear him shout:-Chorus.
With a policeman some words he is saying,
The officer tells him to go away;
At boxing he thinks he is playing,
Till he stands before the beak;
Then for mercy he's humbly praying,
But the magistrate says: "You'll have to pay!"
His friends all his fines are soon paying,
And, like himself, you'll hear them say:-Chorus