The Ballad of the Broken Mug
Irish male vocals, Irish folk, drinking song, fast-paced, lively fiddle, stomping rhythm, pub choir vocals
The Ballad of the Broken Mug
Irish male vocals, Irish folk, drinking song, fast-paced, lively fiddle, stomping rhythm, pub choir vocals
Lyrics
Verse 1
It started with a spilled pint, just a drop upon the floor,
But Paddy swore by all the gods he’d not be drinkin’ more!
"Ye clumsy fool!" I shouted, "That was meant to touch me lips!"
He swung his fist, I ducked and missed, and punched him in the ribs!
Chorus
Oh, swing lads, swing! The whiskey’s flowin’ free!
A broken mug, a busted nose, that’s how it's meant to be!
The fiddles play, the barstools fly, the landlord’s lost his mind,
And we’ll be back tomorrow night if we’re not all confined!
Verse 2
The barman grabbed a rolling pin and whacked me ‘cross the ear,
I tumbled through a table and landed in me beer!
Maggie threw a bottle, knocked O’Malley off his chair,
And someone hurled a sausage—don’t know how that got there!
Chorus
Oh, swing lads, swing! The whiskey’s flowin’ free!
A broken mug, a busted nose, that’s how it's meant to be!
The fiddles play, the barstools fly, the landlord’s lost his mind,
And we’ll be back tomorrow night if we’re not all confined!
Bridge
The law came in with clubs in hand, said, “Boys, now that’s enough!”
Then Murphy threw a cabbage head, and that just called their bluff!
Final Chorus
Oh, swing lads, swing! The whiskey’s flowin’ free!
A broken mug, a busted nose, that’s how it's meant to be!
The fiddles play, the barstools fly, the landlord’s lost his mind,
And we’ll be back tomorrow night if we’re not all confined!
Outro
“Who took me shoe?!”
“That was me pint, ye bastard!”
“Maggie, put the chair down!”