"I Went to the Pub"
by Lynn Snyder ©2000
When I was in London, I went to the pub.
Sing, barley, oh sing!
When I was in London, I went to the pub.
With a member of Parliament, I chanced to sup.
There were bangers and mash and some elbows to rub.
And it’s sing, barley, oh sing!
Sing, barley, oh sing!
Sing, barley, oh sing!
There were bangers and mash and some elbows to rub.
And it’s sing, barley, oh sing!
When I was in Dorset, I went to the pub.
Sing, barley, oh sing!
When I was in Dorset, I went to the pub.
Sang an old Irish song with an English folk club,
And danced while their bodhran went drub-a-dub-dub
And it’s sing, barley, oh sing!
Sing, barley, oh sing!
Sing, barley, oh sing!
And danced while their bodhran went drub-a-dub-dub
And it’s sing, barley, oh sing!
When I was in Cornwall, I went to the pub.
Sing, barley, oh sing!
When I was in Cornwall, I went to the pub.
There was stout and best bitter to drink by the tub,
But eclipsers had eaten up all of the grub.
And it’s sing, barley, oh sing!
Sing, barley, oh sing!
Sing, barley, oh sing!
But eclipsers had eaten up all of the grub.
And it’s sing, barley, oh sing!
When I was in Stratford, I went to the pub.
Sing, barley, oh sing!
When I was in Stratford, I went to the pub.
Scrumpy Jack knocked me back and I fell on the rug,
So the pub dog presented his belly to rub.
And it’s sing, barley, oh sing!
Sing, barley, oh sing!
Sing, barley, oh sing!
So the pub dog presented his belly to rub.
And it’s sing, barley, oh sing!
When I was in Avebury, I went to the pub.
Sing, barley, oh sing!
When I was in Avebury, I went to the pub.
I knocked back a pint in the Red Lion Pub.
In a sacred stone circle predating King Tut
And it’s sing, barley, oh sing!
Sing, barley, oh sing!
Sing, barley, oh sing!
In a sacred stone circle predating King Tut
And it’s sing, barley, oh sing!
When I was in England, I went to the pub.
