BeerSongMedley
Beer Song Medley
Darby O’Gill
Intro up to “Doh my beer” written by W. Scott Messer


Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer...
Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer...

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall,
Ninety-nine bottles of beer.

Take Ninety-eight down, and pass ‘em around
And that’s my bottles of beer

Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer...
Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer...

In heaven there is no beer,
That’s why we drink it here.

And when you’re dead,
The old man said,
“your friends will be drinking your beer”.

Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer...
Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer...

If it wasn’t for all of the Guinness,
I’d have gone home a long time ago.

I’d have been straight and I’d have been sober,
Not staggering to and fro.

I remember the words of me father,
As I order up one more.

No matter how much,
You stagger and such,
You can never fall off of the floor.

Floor, floor, floor, trickle  beer, beer, beer...
Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer...

I often give the water,
To my son and to my daughter.
I often give the wine to me wife (she’s always whinin’)

Her mother’s big and scary,
She drinks up all the sherry.
The baby take the milk to save it’s life.

Oh, my father drinks poitin,
To keep his thinkin’ clean.
It makes his mind so nimble and so clear.

But of all the liquefiers, for meself and me desires,
There’s isn’t anything as wet as beer.

Beer, beer, beer, trickley  beer, beer, beer...

It’s a mystery to me,
Why some people drink the tea.
It’s only just a bitter form of rain.

And them without a reason,
That drink the nasty sqeazin’
Of the apple or the orange are insane.

Oh, some drink the soda pop,
‘til the dyin’ makes ‘em stop.
They’re kilt of malnutrition every year.

Oh, but them as wise as I,
Are gonta to live until we die.
Survived by just an empty glas of beer.

Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer...
Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer...

I drink my beer from bottles or from cans,
Or right out from the tap where it stands.

I drink it from jars
Under bridges or in bars.
Some times I do not even use my hands.

I drink it from Styrofoam or glass.
I drink on a Sunday after Mass (during Mass).


I drink it ‘til I think I couldn’t take another drink
Then I drink until I fall upon my. . .

Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer...
Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer...


Doh, My beer, I spilled my beer
Re, the man who buys me beer
Me, the man who drinks my beer
Fa, a long, long way from beer
Sol, I think I’ll some a beer
La, ts and Lots of lots of beer
Tea, I’d rather have some beer
that will bring us back to

Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer...
Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer...


A long time ago, way back in histo-  ry,
When all there was to drink was nothin' but cups of  tea,
A-long came a man by the name of Charlie Mopps,
And he invented the wonderful drink, and h made it out of hops.

Chorus:
Hey! He must have been an admiral, a sultan or a king,
And to his praises we shall always sing;
Look at what he's done for us, he's filled us up with cheer,
Lord, bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented...
Beer, beer, beer, trickley beer, beer, beer...

The Hole-in-the-wall, O’Leary’s Place, the Dublin Pub as well
One thing you can be sure of, it's Charlie's beer they  sell;
So all you lucky lads, at five o'clock we stop,
For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mopps!

One... two... three... four... five...

Chorus:
He must have been an admiral, a sultan or a  king,
And to his praises we shall always sing;
Look at what he's done for us, he's filled us up with cheer,
Lord, bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented... Beer, beer, beer,
trickley beer, beer, beer...


Here's a story, a little bit gory,
A little bit happy, a little bit sad,
Of Lily the Pink and her medicinal compound,
And how it drove her to the bad.

Meet Ebenezer, thought he was Julius Caesar.
So they put him in a home.
And then they gave him medicinal compound,
And now he's Emperor of Rome.

Chorus:
We'll drink a drink a drink
To Lily the pink the pink the pink
The savior of the human race.
She invented medicinal compound.
Most efficacious in every case.

And Freddie Clinger, the opera singer,
Who could break glasses with his voice they said.
Rubbed his tonsils he rubbed medicinal compound,
And now they break glasses over his head.

Meet Billy Hammer had a t-t-terrible s-s-stammer.
He could H-Hardly say a word.
So they gave him medicinal compound,
And now he's seen, but never heard.

Chorus:
We'll drink a drink a drink
To Lily the pink the pink the pink
The savior of the human race.
She invented medicinal compound.
Most efficacious in every case.


And Uncle Paul, he was very small. He
Was the shortest man in town.
Rubbed his body he rubbed medicinal compound,
And now weighs only half a pound.

Now Maggie Thatcher, The terrible Hatcher
Used to hate St. Patrick’s Day
Then we gave her, Medicinal compound.
Now she’s joined the IRA

Chorus:
We'll drink a drink a drink
To Lily the pink the pink the pink
The savior of the human race.
She invented medicinal compound.
Most efficacious in every case.

Chorus:
We'll drink a drink a drink
To Lily the pink the pink the pink
The savior of the human race.
She invented medicinal compound. Marijuana.
Most efficacious in every case.