A Pint in One Hand, A Sword in the Other (Fergus mac Róich)

[Verse 1] Oh, I’ve swung my blade in a hundred fights, And I’ve downed a thousand beers! I’ve laughed in the face of kings and lords, And I’ve bedded all their dears! They call me bold, they call me mad, They curse my strength and cheer my name! But lads, I tell ye, life’s too short, For pride or gold or shame! [Chorus] So raise your glasses, lads, and drink with me! Let’s toast to love and revelry! With a pint in one hand, a sword in the other, I fight like a beast and I drink like no other! [Verse 2] A man betrayed, a warrior proud, I left my land behind, For fools may rule with twisted tongues, But I won’t kneel to swine! I’d rather roam with steel in hand, And a flask upon my hip, For freedom’s worth a hundred wars, And I’ll die before I’m whipped! [Chorus] So raise your glasses, lads, and drink with me! Let’s toast to love and revelry! With a pint in one hand, a sword in the other, I fight like a beast and I drink like no other! [Verse 3] Oh, Caladbolg, my trusty blade, Could cleave the land in twain! But what’s the worth of war and death, Without a drop of grain? So fill my cup and bring the lass, Let’s dance and sing till dawn, For who knows when the reaper comes, And all our days are gone? [Chorus] So raise your glasses, lads, and drink with me! Let’s toast to love and revelry! With a pint in one hand, a sword in the other, I fight like a beast and I drink like no other! [Bridge, spoken] They’ll tell ye tales of Cú Chulainn’s wrath, Of warriors young and bold… But what’s a lad without his vice? A fool left out in the cold! [Final Chorus] So raise your glasses, lads, and drink with me! Let’s toast to love and revelry! With a pint in one hand, a sword in the other, I fight like a beast and I drink like no other! [Outro] One last round and then we go— To war, to bed, or to the floor!