American Old Time Song Lyrics: 33 Wait For The Lager

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 33

WAIT FOR THE LAGER

Will you come with me, my Billy, into the cellar, near.
Where the music sounds the sweetest with a glass of lager beer?
It's every pleasant evening, when I have got the chink,
We'll step into the cellar and have a social drink.

Chorus
Then here's to the lager! here's to the lager!
Wait for the lager, and we'll all have a drink.

Where the lager runs like blazes, and the music is so sweet,
I'll order lots of liquor and something nice to eat;
We'll listen to the singers, they'll make you laugh and wink;
So come into the cellar and have a social drink.-Chorus.

You can't believe a moment that rum or gin, my dear,
Can make you half so merry as a glass of lager beer.
We'll have a glass of lager, segars and oysters, too,
And listen to the singers with their "Hop de doodle do." -Chorus.

Your cheeks are red as a lobster, your nozzle blooms so sweet.
Your bristles smooth and shining with candle-grease so neat.
It's every pleasant evening, when I have got the chink,
We'll step into the cellar and have a social drink.-Chorus.

Together when we're tipsy, we're spinning like a top,
An' if we have no tumble, we'll never have a stop;
Then come with me, my covey, for I have lots of chink,
'Well step into the cellar and all have a drink.-Chorus.