Rounds Of Rum

Mellifluous melodies and timely honoured hymns
Golden rounds of rum to fill us to the [bad word]  brim
Anticipated anthems one longs to yell aloud
So chant the chorus loud and clear among the weary crowd

Let fly the air of introversion and release the treasured tunes
Decorous ditties and jeering jawns upon each moon
Arias so exalting when hummed they make us proud
So chant the chorus loud and clear among the weary crowd

Rallying requiems so exquisite in design
Nocturnes of our victories penned in endless rhyme
Sonorous sonatas that cast a sprightly shroud
So chant the chorus loud and clear among the weary crowd

Rounds of rum for all to drink
Pints of booze surround
Rounds of rum for all to sink
Down them by the pound

Rounds of rum for all to drink
Pints of booze surround
Rounds of rum for all to sink
Down them by the pound

Measures complimented by the drowning flow of ale
Refrains of every stirring song to wake the epic tale
And when the final note is breathed and silence is allowed
So chant the chorus loud and clear among the weary crowd

Rounds of rum for all to drink
Pints of booze surround
Rounds of rum for all to sink
Down them by the pound

Rounds of rum for all to drink
Pints of booze surround
Rounds of rum for all to sink
Down them by the pound

Rounds of rum
Down them by the pound
Rounds of rum
Down them by the pound