Eng-a-lish Pubs ©2011 by Marsha & Monty Brown BMI
The Chorus:
Oh we love the pubs in Eng-a-land, there’s many to be found
They stand on every corner ‘n every city, village, town.
If it’s music, food, or drink you want, take this tip from me
You’re welcome to pub-sit all day long or pop in for a pee.
no no no! P - I-N-T ---P!
There’s folk night and there’s shanty night,
There’s quiz and skittle, too
Bingo, dart, and billiard nights,
Just to name a few.
A night for Curry, Bangers‘n mash,
And Leg O’ Mutton stew
My favorite night’s the night
When I kin order Steak fer Two!
Yo ho ho... order steak for two...
Oh the names do get me tickled,
The Pickled Newt is best
The Bucket & Spade, The Cat & The Fiddle,
The Crown, The Traveller’s Rest
The Queen’s in need of a Number Ten
George found The Golden Fleece
The Dog & Gun’s in Hardy’s Well
And still The Fox Goes Free.
Yo ho ho... still the fox goes free... oh
The Valiant Soldier tells us
That his Square & Compass broke, so
The Stag Hunters Stumble Inn
The Firkin Royal Oak
The Captain’s Wife she caught
The Cock And Bull by the neck
Now let’s get out our Pack of Cards
And deal a Quarter Deck.
Yo ho ho... deal a quarter deck ...
We’ll meet The Mermaid, Mary Rose,
And board The Pilot Boat
We’ll weigh the old Blue Anchor
Keep The Cutty Sark afloat.
The Push Inn or The Barge Inn, or
The Boat holds Prince of Wales
We’ll hit The Jolly Sailor,
Let the old tars tell their tales.
Yo ho ho... the old tars tell their tales...
The Yachtsman he sailed Halfway Inn
The Hobby Horse’s Stables,
Wye Knot Rest and Be Thankful that
The Lamb’s on Admiral’s Table.
The Butcher’s Arms have Bird in Hand
The Skipper can’t be found
Lord Nelson got so pickled that
He ran The Ship Aground.
Yo ho ho... he ran the ship aground...
The Strugglers Inn, The Smugglers Inn,
The Beach and Barnicot,
St. Peter’s Finger’s in The Swan,
The Cat and Custard Pot
Good Knight it’s time to push The Plough
Heave Ho The Candlestick
We’ll Stop Inn at The Drunken Duck
And eat some Spotted Dick!
Yo ho ho... eat some spotted dick...
(Chorus)
Oh we love the pubs in Eng-a-land, there’s many to be found
They stand on every corner ‘n every city, village, town.
If it’s music, food, or drink you want, take this tip from me
You’re welcome to pub-sit all day long or pop in for a pee.
no no no! P! -I-N-T Order a pint for me!
(slowly)
Now sometimes there’s a real twit
What wends his way in here
And quietly gets ‘over served’
On Porter, Stout, or Beer
And should that twit get reckless, rude, or rowdy,
Don’t you fear...
The Publican’ll gladly toss him outside
On his... EAR!
ear rear rear... outside on his ear...
(and VERY slowly)
Now Hen-e-ry met Anne Bolyn, it happened---in a pub!
Shakespeare wrote his Sonnets, he wrote ‘em---in a pub!
The apple fell on Newton’s head, just outside---a pub!
An’every month we meet our best friends, right here---in a pub!
(Chorus)
Oh we love the pubs in Eng-a-land, there’s many to be found
They stand on every corner ‘n every city, village, town.
If it’s music, food, or drink you want, take this tip from me
You’re welcome to pub-sit all day long or pop in for a pee.
no no no! P! -I-N-T Order a pint for me!
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