Preab San Ol Lyrics

Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure
A ma*sing treasure why scrape and save?
Why look so canny at ev'ry penny?
You'll take no money within the grave
Landlords and gentry with all their plenty
Must still go empty where e'er they're bound
So to my thinking we'd best be drinking
Our gla*ses clinking and round and round

King Solomon's glory, so famed in story
Was far outshone by the lillies guise
But hard winds harden both field and garden
Pleading for pardon, the lily dies
Life's but a bauble of toil and trouble
The feathered arrow, once shot ne'er found
So, lads and la*ses, because life pa*ses
Come fill your gla*ses for another round

The Tossers - The Valley of the Shadow of Death

Oct 2005

1. Goodmornin' Da
2. A Criminal Of Me
3. No Loot, No Booze, No Fun
4. The Crock Of Gold
5. Late
6. Out In The Road
7. I've Pursued Nothin
8. Drinking In The Day
9. Phoenix Park
10. Go Down Witch Down
11. Preab San Ol
12. The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death