Old Drinking Song

In Dublin Town I met a lad
who sat on bar stool wailing away,
and when I asked why he felt so sad
these words to me did say:

There’s no no where where love is young,
no no how how man is new
and no way way I’ll carry on
no thing thing thing to do.

There’s many a man throughout the land,
but no no where where man is new,
with butts to sit and legs to stand
and many a woman too.

I met a woman yesterday
but no no how how love is true.
She looked at me as if to say
“No thing thing thing to do.”

And so I drink and wail away
till whiskey brings me round to see
that man is new and love is true
and all are fair and free.