One brother says: The loaf is king! Without the crust, no song we sing. When baked all brown and fresh 'n hot, It's the greatest good that we have sought. He laughs and grabs the crusty end, Passed 'round the table, friend to friend. Hear my word, I speak no lies: Without the bread, no paradise! Three brothers, in argument and strife, Three druthers, each swearin' he's right, Three lovers, well ready to thrive: Bread, Bangers, Brew—the heart of Irish life! The second brother lets it rip: You're talkin' pure and utter crap! Whether smoked or pipin' hot, No finer scent was ever caught. He grins and leans in, undeterred: No truer word was ever heard. To meat and spice I am a friend: The banger's joy from start to end! Three brothers, in argument and strife, Three druthers, each swearin' he's right, Three lovers, well ready to thrive: Bread, Bangers, Brew—the heart of Irish life! The last one raises up his glass. The brew, he says, it has such class! Whether stout or ale or cider: They all make the world shine brighter. A loaf too dry will choke your throat. Without a brew you've little hope. An' though the sausage tastes so fine, You'll want a drink to make it shine! Three brothers, in argument and strife, Three druthers, each swearin' he's right, Three lovers, well ready to thrive: Bread, Bangers, Brew—the heart of Irish life! They look at one another then. A light is shinin' for these men. Why do we fight an' disagree? Bread, Bangers, Brew—Our Holy Trinity! The Bread — Sláinte — the crust so crunchy. The Banger — Sláinte — so juicy and punchy. The Brew — Sláinte — the pride of the sages. Our Holy Trinity — a meal for the ages! The Bread — Sláinte — the crust so crunchy. The Banger — Sláinte — so juicy and punchy. The Brew — Sláinte — the pride of the sages. Our Holy Trinity — a meal for the ages! Amen
