Cathal McConnell?
A fitful sleep the landlord had
‘Mid din and chattin’, not of his choosin’
His daughter ’til the morning light
Abused all those who sit there boozin’
Chorus:
There’s the day, it’s not the day
It is the day, the night is over
It’s not the day, whate’er you say
It’s only the moon to guide the rover
Come landlord join us in the snug
All drowsy thoughts of slumber scornin’
There’s not one drop of jar nor jug
That we won’t drain before the morning
I’ll stay in bed the landlord said
For if I get up, you’ll go quicker
So drink your fill of swipes and swill
Oh, but not one drop of my good liquor
Oh this landlord has my socks and shoes
This tavern has my coat and britches
By morning I’ve no more to lose
And I’ll go and sleep among the ditches
But I’ve money left to treat a friend
Here’s my last guinea upon the table
So let’s tilt the barrels upon their ends
And lets be drinking whilest we’re able