Long Night Ahead - Colm R. McGuinness (Impressão)

Up from the west road, the boys are all coming down

Back from the quest, holding riches all by the pound

Eyeing up the tavern on the corner, it's looking 'bout time

But up chimes the doorman: Now don't yis' be coming round

Drunk and disordered and barred from the pubs in town

But I spy the back door, and I spy the key on his side

And it's one sleight of the hand, a flick of the wrist

A slip of the tongue, a gamble to risk

A drink in the dark, a girl not to miss

A wink at the bar, a stranger to kiss

Are yis' in for the long haul?

'Cause it's a long aul' night ahead

And it's one, turns into two

Turns into five, turns into nine

Then it's twelve, turns into more

The taps are gone dry, it's onto the wine

And it's one too many again

Drink up as the room is starting to spin

And the bard is throwing his guts up

Let's drink till we're thrown out again

Ley-ley-ley-ley-ley-ley-ley-ley-ley-ley

The drinks are all flowing in, the lasses are looking well

The barman remembers us, and so does the clientele

And now I recall we made quite the impression last time

Then up walks some tiefling, and doesn't she look the part

And says she's no thief, but she thinks she could steal me heart

Her man charges over, it looks like I'm crossing a line

And it's one sleight of the hand, a flick of the wrist

A slip of the tongue, a gamble to risk

A drink in the bar, a girl not to miss

She's here with your man, he's making a fist

Are yis' in for the long haul?

We've got a long aul' night ahead

And it's one, turns into two

Turns into five, turns into nine

Then it's twelve, turns into more

The bottles are gone, and so is the wine

It's one too many again

Drink up as the room is starting to spin

And the party's surely a mess

So boyo's, let's drink till we're thrown out again

Ley-ley-ley-ley-ley-ley-ley-ley-ley-ley

The odds are against me, yer wan's man is towering

But we have an ace here, eight lads and a paladin

The mage sets him alight, and then the rouge takes out his leg

Before you know, we have to leave, pick a new bar and try it again

It's one sleight of the hand, a flick of the wrist

A slip of the tongue, a gamble to risk

A drink at the bar, a girl not to miss

She couldn't be arsed, she knows that you're pissed

Are yis' in for the long haul?

It's been a long aul' night ahead

And it's one, turns into two

Turns into five, turns into nine

Then it's twelve, turns into more

The bard is asleep or maybe he's died

It's far too many again

Drink up as the room is starting to spin

Sure, it was some craic in the end

Drink up, 'cause I think that we've been barred again

Ley-ley-ley-ley-ley-ley-ley-ley-ley-ley

Composição: Colm R. Mcguinness