King of the Alehouse Lyrics

I saw her for the first time

In Kyteler's Inn, Kilkenny town

But that was at the same time

The last I saw that pair of eyes.

My face was burnin' she glanced at me

My heart was beating so-so deep

Her lips I wanted to feel

The night to enrich with a kiss.

I wanted to twirl her red hair

Her cute face kindly to caress

Till dawn together to dance

That would've been our sweet romance.

She would be my kind Queen

I'd be happier than I've been

Wouldn't count money nor hours

We could make love ours

So come-come my good ol' friend

We travel 'till the very end

Our dirty boots avoid the roots

That's how we find way in the woods

Every jest comes from the chest

Take your vest and leave the rest

Be poor as a church mouse,

And king of the alehouse

Well I became a traveling man

I hunted for her curly hair

Rummaged every leaf and stone

Looked in every cave and hole

Suddenly came to my mind

What if she'd missed my regard

And happily lives by the side

Of a nice and wealthy guy

The thought drove me 'round the bend

But in a bar I found a friend

Who drank for the same reason

We started the hunting season

We're waiting for nobody

Just tumbling with my buddy

Drink, laughter, skirling girls

Our most precious pearls

So come-come my good ol' friend

We travel 'till the very end

Our dirty boots avoid the roots

That's how we find way in the woods

Every jest comes from the chest

Take your vest and leave the rest

Be poor as a church mouse,

And king of the alehouse

So come-come my good ol' friend

We travel 'till the very end

Our dirty boots avoid the roots

That's how we find way in the woods

Every jest comes from the chest

Take your vest and leave the rest

Be poor as a church mouse,

And king of the alehouse