Verse 1 (folk, fast, chanting. fiddle) In our village by the river bend Stands a pub with a stubborn grin Been here longer than memory Since seventeen twelve, officially On the door there’s a wooden sign Says “all are equal, cross the line” No kings, no stars, no paparazzi We don’t need trouble like Lady Di Tom’s behind the bar tonight Fifty years and he pours it right His da was Tom, sixty-one And young Tom waits till his day comes Six kinds of stout, six kinds of grain Irish whiskey, Irish rain Since ‘ninety-five there’s water and cola Still untouched by man or soda Pre-Chorus (rhytmic) Hey Berty boy, don’t be shy Take that fiddle, let it cry Chorus (chanting) Let us go to the pub, the pub, the pub Where the beer is cheap and the talk is rough Let us go to the pub tonight Where every wrong feels kinda right Verse 2 Berty plays both strings and throat Eight stouts down and still on note Every night, same wooden chair Fiddle sings like he’s not there Old Joe cheats at cards all night Thinks he’s clever, bless his life We don’t play for gold or fame Just for beer, so let him game The Faraday twins, hand in hand Once the finest in the land Mine went dark, the men went down Now they drink their grief in town Four young lads by the dartboard stand Miss the wall more than the land When they sway too much to throw Tom takes darts — “for safety, boys, you know” Pre-Chorus Hey Berty now, don’t you stop Play that tune till the roof comes off Chorus (chanting) Let us go to the pub, the pub, the pub Where the beer is cheap and the talk is rough Let us go to the pub tonight Where every wrong feels kinda right Verse 3 Auntie Franny drinks her malt Says it’s medicine, not her fault When she orders, glasses rise “Doctor’s orders!” is the cry Mike wears suits and drives away To the city every day Friday night he tells one lie Buys the round, we let it slide Sean teaches all nineteen Wants to be mayor like a king If he wins, they’ll close the school So we drink and vote him fooled Ellie waits by the window seat Husband gone with silent feet Many tried, but she just smiles Says “maybe Rob comes back in time” Pre-Chorus One more tune, for the road Play it like you never go Chorus (chanting) Let us go to the pub, the pub, the pub Where the beer is cheap and the talk is rough Let us go to the pub tonight Where every wrong feels kinda right Let us go to the pub, the pub, the pub Where the beer is cheap and the talk is rough Let us go to the pub tonight Where every wrong feels kinda right Outro (melancholic) The world moves fast, the years run thin Faces change, the nights cave in But raise your glass and you will see The pub stays put — so do we!