Track 2781/4Off With His Malin Head

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Stand up on your feet, arm yourselves up to the teeth A drinking head and a firm belief your mockery's got your back when you sway Charge glassin' down the hatch, same again, no breath to catch Irrationality's soon detached, fighting talk will lead to refrain Raise your guard, no questions asked The time for talk has gone and passed With a glancing blow or broken glass in hand Pick a pocket full of rye Wise up yourself, it's fight or flight Fought tooth and nail with brothers side by side Fighting talk will lead to refrain Hands up, find your feet, arms and fists and broken teeth A sinking head to a knee beneath, you'll fall flat on your back where you stay Stay down, brace yourself, remember toasting to good health One week or two you're on the shelf, a jeweler to fight another day Raise your glass, no questions asked The time for talk has come at last With a bishop's collar or whiskey sour in hand Pick a bourbon or a rye Wise up yourself, it's just a pint A beer bottle broken by your side Fighting talk will lead to refrain