~I'm on my second mug of ale and I still can play the lute

~I'm thinking of the lass who got lost along the way

~And if I don't stop this drinking hand from reaching for the bottle

~I'll be drunk in the ivy bush, before this day is done

~I'm on my second mug of ale and I still can play the lute

~The inn was filled with laughs as we danced the night away

~And my sleep was filled with dreaming of the songs that I had done

~And the gentle sweet reminder of the Flowers in the Fields

~Sitting alone, my friends have all gone home

~You never know when they'll come dropping in

~Thinking of lasses with their fingers in my curls

~Too young to understand how love begins

~I'm on my second mug of ale and I still can play the day

~I the Minstrel playing a soft shire song

~And if I don't stop this drinking hand from reaching for the bottle

~I'll be drunk in the ivy bush, before this day is done



~Sitting alone, my friends have all gone home

~They never were around when I needed them

~Thinking of lasses with their fingers in my curls

~Too young to understand how love begins

~I'm on my second mug of ale and I still can play the lute

~I'm thinking of the lass who got lost along the way

~And if I don't stop this drinking hand from reaching for the bottle

~I'll be drunk in the ivy bush, before this day is done

~And if I don't stop this drinking hand from reaching for the bottle

~I'll be drunk in the ivy bush, before this day is done