[Intro – Cheerful yelled vocals- Bagpipes & Foot Stomps]
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Barkeep! Fill her up!
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[Verse 1 – Lead Vocal (gritty, smiling)]
Walked in soaked from the Dublin rain
Boots full o’ mud, heart full o’ pain
Barmaid smiled, set the glass just right
First pull down—swear it saved my life
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[Chorus – Male Choir (rowdy)]
Here’s to the pint that never tasted better!
Here’s to the night we’ll not forget her!
Raise it high, let the whole world spin
If this is wrong, I’ll never be right again!
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[Verse 2 – Lead Vocal + Harmony]
Foam like clouds on a midnight sea
Cold black gold starin’ back at me
All the week fell off my back
With the weight of the pint I cracked
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[Chorus – Male Choir (bigger)]
Here’s to the pint that never tasted better!
Here’s to the night we’ll not forget her!
Raise it high, let the whole world spin
If this is wrong, I’ll never be right again!
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[Bridge –(Bagpipes swell)]
If tomorrow comes with ache and regret
Tonight’s the best thing I’ve known yet
[Spoken Shouts]
Good company!
Great stories!
Great beer- thats never Bitter!
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[Verse 3 – Lead Vocal (half-sung, laughing)]
Second round and the jokes grow bold
Same old lies but they never get old
Laughin’ loud at the same damn tales
Like we’re kings in a room of rails
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[Chorus – Male Choir (full roar)]
Here’s to the pint that never tasted better!
Here’s to the night we’ll not forget her!
Raise it high, let the whole world spin
If this is wrong, I’ll never be right again!
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[Break – Instrumental- Fiddle runs, stomps & claps]
Oi!
Oi!
Oi!
AYE!
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[Solo – Stomping and clapping→ Bagpipes]
(Guitar lifts with a bright, dancing run
Bagpipes answer bold and proud, carrying the tune like a river)
[Verse 4] (Softer and Emotional)
By the fourth I’m preachin’ truth
Swearin’ I was wild in youth
By the fifth I’ve proven none
But the pint still says I’ve won
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[Final Chorus – Choir + Crowd]
Here’s to the pint that never tasted better!
Here’s to the night we’ll not forget her!
Raise it high, let the whole world spin
If this is wrong, I’ll never be right again!
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[Outro] (Soft bagpipes play, emotional)
While I may drink to many more song and rhyme-
Nothing could compare- to that first time.
And while other drinks may be sweeter,
For a lad like me, the pint never tasted bitter!
