(Intro)
(Mid-fast tempo. Heavy stomps. Low male drone intro. Low bagpipe drone. Slow build. Choir chanting “Oi! Oi!”)
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(Verse 1)
Count the rings on the battered wood
Every circle says we stood
Shoulder to shoulder, glass to glass
Through every storm that’s come to pass
Empty kegs like trophies tall
Proof we answered every call
Scars and stories etched in foam
This old pub’s the only throne
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(Chorus)
Badge of honor, pints on the table
Stack ‘em high if your legs are able
Every bruise and every tale
Every night we’ve lived to tell
Raise it up, let the ale run free
We’re kings tonight of this old sea
No surrender, no retreat
Pints on the table — victory!
(Choir shouts “Victory!”)
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(Verse 2)
Tom lost teeth in ‘99
Still grins wide when the fiddles whine
Broken knuckles, crooked nose
Worth the fight? The answer’s “Sláinte!”
Fire in the hearth burns gold
Friendships forged in liquid bold
Every drop’s a battle won
Every dawn we curse the sun
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(Chorus)
Badge of honor, pints on the table
Stack ‘em high if your legs are able
Every bruise and every tale
Every night we’ve lived to tell
Raise it up, let the ale run free
We’re kings tonight of this old sea
No surrender, no retreat
Pints on the table — victory!
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(Instrumental Solo)
(Irish fiddle rips fast reel. Bagpipes blaze over pounding drums. Choir chanting rhythmically.)
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(Verse 3)
Barmaid laughing at our pride
She’s seen a thousand wars inside
We’ll swear it’s our last round tonight
Then march right back into the fight
Coins gone but spirits strong
The anthem louder than the wrong
If falling down’s the price we pay
We’ll crawl back in another day
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(Chorus)
Badge of honor, pints on the table
Stack ‘em high if your legs are able
Every bruise and every tale
Every night we’ve lived to tell
Raise it up, let the ale run free
We’re kings tonight of this old sea
No surrender, no retreat
Pints on the table — victory!
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(Bridge- Slow build)
When the world says “Grow up, move along”
We answer back with drinking song
If this is foolish, let it be
There’s honor in our loyalty
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(Verse 4)
Morning comes with aching bones
But not a man here drinks alone
Dust ourselves and shake the pain
We’ll earn our badges once again
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(Final Chorus- Massive Choir)
Badge of honor, pints on the table
Stack ‘em high if your legs are able
Every bruise and every tale
Every night we’ve lived to tell
Raise it up, let the ale run free
We’re kings tonight of this old sea
No surrender, no retreat
Pints on the table — victory!
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(Outro)
(Bagpipes hold final triumphant note. Crowd stomping fades.)
