Preab San 觢-The Dubliners

[00:00.43]Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure [00:04.05]A massing treasure why scrape and save [00:07.70]Why look so canny at ev'ry penny [00:10.66]You'll take no money within the grave [00:13.81]Landlords and gentry with all their plenty [00:17.14]Must still go empty where e'er they're bound [00:20.38]So to my thinking we'd best be drinking [00:23.51]Our glasses clinking and round and round [00:26.66]Rap [00:50.92]King Solomon's glory so famed in story [00:54.19]Was far outshone by the lillies guise [00:57.44]But hard winds harden both field and garden [01:00.80]Pleading for pardon the lily dies [01:04.96]Life's but a bauble of toil and trouble [01:07.05]The feathered arrow once shot ne'er found [01:10.01]So lads and lasses because life passes [01:13.39]Come fill your glasses for another round [01:17.16]Rap [01:41.62]The huckster greedy he blinds the needy [01:45.10]Their strifes unheeding shouts money down [01:47.96]This special vices his fancy prices [01:51.04]For a florin value he'll charge a crown [01:54.12]With hump for tramel the scripture's chamel [01:57.76]Missed the needle's eye and so came to ground [02:00.84]Why pine for riches while still you've stitches [02:04.22]To hold your britches up another round [02:07.88]