Drink Up, Boys - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
DRINK UP, BOYS. Copyright, 1890, by Harding Brothers. Words and Music by Arthur Wert. 
A man who is fond of his drinking Is known as a jolly good fellow too; The night he will spend without winking, At his club he'll drink and play; But when he's hard up, I am thinking, He never gets a chance of a drink or two; But when in his pocket there's clinking Yellow gold, you'll hear him say: 
Chorus. "Drink up, boys, And have a glass with me, For it isn't every day you'll find me out upon a spree; "I'm all right, I've got the cash, you see, And I mean to keep it up, for I'm as happy as can be." 
Then off he will go in a hansom, As fast as the horses can carry him; He feels just as strong as a Samson, For his purse is as strong, no doubt. He's able to pay any ransom. And asks every girl if she'll marry him; With every charming damsel At the bar you'll hear him shout:-Chorus. 
With a policeman some words he is saying, The officer tells him to go away; At boxing he thinks he is playing, Till he stands before the beak; Then for mercy he's humbly praying, But the magistrate says: "You'll have to pay!" His friends all his fines are soon paying, And, like himself, you'll hear them say:-Chorus