Water Is Alright In Tay
by S. McGrath
[Intro verse, done once]
The [G] French drink wine, the English [D] tay.
The Yankee drinks his hot black coffee. [G]
The [G] child drinks milk nine times a [D] day.
The Scotsman sips his whiskey toddy. [G]
[Main Verse]
You can [G] keep you wine and keep your tay!
My [G] curse on him that brings me [D] coffee!
[D] I'll a porter, if I may.
It [D] makes me feel con- [D7] tent and [G] happy.
( Chorus
[G] Porter quaffed down with a [D] laugh.
The [D] gentry have their achin' [G] livers.
[G] Water is all right in [D] tay,
For [D] fish, and things that [D7] swim in [G] rivers. )
The poor man and the beggar, too,
The poet in the corner thinking.
If they had money enough to spend,
It's pints of porter they'd be drinking.
Chorus
The miser hoards and stores his gold.
The bee collects the summer honey.
When that misers dead and cold,
Someone else will kiss his money!
Chorus
Some go in for counting beads.
More go in for chasing women.
The scholar stays at home and reads.
Give me the glass with porter in it.
Chorus
The [G] French drink wine, the English [D] tay.
The Yankee drinks his hot black coffee. [G]
The [G] child drinks milk nine times a [D] day.
The Scotsman sips his whiskey toddy. [G]
[Main Verse]
You can [G] keep you wine and keep your tay!
My [G] curse on him that brings me [D] coffee!
[D] I'll a porter, if I may.
It [D] makes me feel con- [D7] tent and [G] happy.
( Chorus
[G] Porter quaffed down with a [D] laugh.
The [D] gentry have their achin' [G] livers.
[G] Water is all right in [D] tay,
For [D] fish, and things that [D7] swim in [G] rivers. )
The poor man and the beggar, too,
The poet in the corner thinking.
If they had money enough to spend,
It's pints of porter they'd be drinking.
Chorus
The miser hoards and stores his gold.
The bee collects the summer honey.
When that misers dead and cold,
Someone else will kiss his money!
Chorus
Some go in for counting beads.
More go in for chasing women.
The scholar stays at home and reads.
Give me the glass with porter in it.
Chorus