Please Give Me One More Glass Of Red Wine Poem by Francis Duggan

You will die when the reaper will come for you though others
on that have different to say
Such as when god says you've had your innings and to beg for his mercy to him they pray
I may be wrong and they may be right who knows for their guess is as good as mine
But I will make the most of living barmaid please give me one more glass of red wine.

Old Johnny he sits by the counter and he sings an old drinking song
So drunk the lines he can't remember and the words to the air they seem wrong
But nevertheless he is happy he's never been burdened by care
He says if he does get to heaven it won't be through belief in prayer.

Live every day as if it were your last day and one day you're bound to be right
I recall theologians of the fifties saying death comes like a thief in the night
And I young and naive believed them I thought people did not die in the light of day
Those silly old priests of the fifties in silence forever they lay.

Please give me one more glass of red wine dear since this one will be for the road
The pub for me just a stopover on my way back to my abode
The din in this barroom is deafening and what are they waffling about?
Some men when drunk think for to be heard they have to talk loudly or shout.

Please give me one more glass of red wine 'tis getting quite noisy in here
For a change a few red wines do taste nice since I'm one who mostly drink beer
Old Johnny he sits at the counter and he sings an old drinking song
So drunk the lines he can't remember and the words to the air they seem wrong