One for the Morning Glory
Two for the sweet brown brew
Three for the man who’ll stand his round
And four for the love of you, me girls
Four for the love of you
At the end of the day I like a couple drinks when I raise up my voice and sing
An hour or two with the fine brown brew and I’m ready for anything
At the Cross Keys Inn there were sisters four, the landlord’s daughters fair
And every night when they turned out the light they would lead me up the stairs.
I got the call from foreign shores to go and fight the foe
And I thought no more of the sisters four though they cried to see me go
I sailed away on a ship, the Morning Glory was her name
We’d all fall down when the rum went round, then get up and drink again
I bore once more to my native shore, farewell to the raging main
The Cross Keys Inn, it was beckoning, with the rum to ease my pain
But there on the shore were the sisters four with a bundle upon each knee
There were three little girls and a bouncing boy and they all looked just like me