Bottles of Black Porter Author:Ted Desmond 
I was born so small and weak no bottle could I touch or touch until the nurse the order gave go get that child some porter 
and when to man's estate I grew My medicine chart no bottles knew nor potions pills or powder blue but bottles of plain porter 
Churchill and Dev are two good sports but when Churchill very out of sorts asked from Dev the Irish Ports Dev told him to stick to porter 
some fear to swin the river Lee the Shannon Boyne or Old Liffy but who wouldn't chance the Irish sea If frothy brine were porter 
Paddy Flaherty on a skite traveled pubs by day and night but what did he drink when he got tight? he called for pints of porter 
and now my song has come to an end my homeward way I soon must wend I'm hoping that the Gods will send another round of porter  

Irish Song Lyrics 
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