Carousing - Alasdair Roberts

Carousing all the evening and the drinking of the wine

The dancing and the winching and the ladies in line

But we’ll be lying idle in the morning of the day

Carousing, carousing, carousing away!

And I love to see you angry, then I know you are alive

And you’re already rowdy when the flash girls arrive

But we’ll be lying idle in the morning of the day

Carousing, carousing, carousing away!

I feel the sickener run in my veins

Holy pulse-quickener, easer of pains

Knower of knowledge and namer of names

Worker and shirker and player of games

Oh holy pulse-quickener, how can this be

That that which unveileith doth also deceive?

Open the bottle and let the wine breathe

Open the bottle and let the wine breathe