Gathering by the pub
We fill up our glasses and mugs
From water, from soda, to ale
A lady in the distance lifts up her veil
We all get set to sing
As well as make a few toasts in the process
A song begins
And we all start to sing
We also either sit or stand
While the children get up and dance
While also chiming in with the adults for the chorus
After a song
A toast is made
We all smile and applaud at ourselves for a job well done
We enjoy, to best we can, the sun
But there are times we all adore the shade
After every song and every toast
We all lift our drinks in the air
Whether at the beginning or at the end
We all enjoy our time at the Great O'Malley's Pub Sing
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