Morning Glory
Liam Clancy & Tommy Makem Lyrics

At the end of the day,
When the day is over,

I like a little drink
I enjoy drinking alcohol,

To raise up me voice and sing
To sing loudly,

And an hour or two with a fine,
And spending an hour or two drinking,

Brown brew and I'm ready for anything
Drinking beer gives me energy,

At the Cross Keys Inn
At the Cross Keys Pub,

There were sisters four,
There were four sisters,

The landlord's daughters fair
The daughters of the pub owner who were beautiful,

And every night when
And every night,

They'd turn out the light
When they turned off the lights,

I would tiptoe up the stair...singin'
I would sneak up the stairs while singing,

One for the morning glory,
One drink for the morning,

Two for the early dew
Two drinks for the early morning,

Three for the man who will stand his round
Three drinks for the man who can hold his liquor,

And four for the love of you, me girl,
And four drinks for my love for you, my girl,

Four for the love of you
Four drinks for my love for you,

I got the call from a foreign shore
I received a call from a foreign place,

To go and fight the foe
To go and fight the enemy,

And I thought no more
And I didn't think any more,

Of the sisters four,
About the four sisters,

But still I was sad to go
But I was still sad to leave,

I sailed away on a ship,
I left on a ship,

The Morning Glory was her name
The ship was named Morning Glory,

And we'd all fall down
And we would all get drunk,

When the rum went 'round,
When the rum was passed around,

Then get up and start again
Then sober up and start again,

I bore once more for
I went back once more to,

My native shore,
My home country,

Farewell to the raging seas
Goodbye to the rough sea,

And the Cross Keys Inn,
And the Cross Keys Pub,

It was beckonin',
It was calling out to me,

And me heart was filled with glee
And my heart was filled with joy,

For there on the shore
For there on the beach,

Were the sisters four
Were the four sisters,

With a bundle upon each knee
Holding a bundle on each knee,

There were three little girls
There were three young girls,

And a bouncing boy,
And a bouncing baby boy,

And they all looked just like me...
And they all resembled me...