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Dublin Pub Crawl was written by Donal Cawley of the Merry Ploughboys. The song was inspired by a hot afternoon in Dublin's Merrion Square
and the thought of a thirst -quenching pint.

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DUBLIN PUB CRAWL
Donal Cawley / Merry Ploughboys

When you're sweating and slaving and you don't see the need
A hot Summers day now is hard not to heed
So take off your coat lay down on the grass
You're a leisurely gentleman not working class
When the streets were on fire in with the sun in July
And I felt like a pint 'fore I'd drop down and die
I called out the boys and we went on a crawl
Bid good day to the Boss, we were going AWOL
LET LOOSE WITH THE LADS ON THE DUBLIN PUB CRAWL
 
Had the first in the dockers had to kill an early thirst
The second in the Fleet and in Mulligans the third
Asked the maid behind the bar for a pint of the plain
There's not many left that understand what you mean
The fourth for the dinner in the oul Liffey Bar
The fifth in Thomas Reeds for an afternoon jar
Downed number six in the famous Long Haul
That day in July we were going AWOL
LET LOOSE WITH THE LADS ON THE DUBLIN PUB CRAWL
 
Number seven in the Quays with a stag and a hen
We stayed for number eight, number nine and number ten
We left the Temple bar for the oul Foggy Dew
Where to get to number twelve we had another two
Thirteen in O'Neills didn't bring us much luck
The lads were slowing down and some were getting stuck
The porter it was flowing we were heading for a fall
That day in July we were going AWOL
LET LOOSE WITH THE LADS ON THE DUBLIN PUB CRAWL
 
Bouncers on each door decorated for a Ball
With a céid míle failte as they frisk one and all
Bring your hat from the site 'cause you might whack your head
From the stuff hanging up like me Granny's old shed
If you're trying to navigate and you've given up the ghost
Sure every Dublin Pub now has robbed a sign post
A few funny places had no porter at all
That day in July we were going AWOL
LET LOOSE WITH THE LADS ON THE DUBLIN PUB CRAWL
 
Celebrated twenty one with some Danes up in Keoghs
The Vikings are back and nobody knows
Met a German in the Duke who he looking for a fleadh
A Swede in Davey Byrnes he was buying Luggala
Every penny of my pay I'm sure I did lose
Buying rounds for the session up in O'Donoghues
Nearly died of shock when I head the last call
That day in July we were going AWOL
LET LOOSE WITH THE LADS ON THE DUBLIN PUB CRAWL
 
I came across a vision of a bar that never stops
Where the beer is flowing free and there's only Guinness taps
A seat for every man you can talk without the sound
Of a thousand headers bopping to a Lambeg drum
The vision it was shattered by a big civic guard
Met the boss going home - he handed me me cards
Couldn't find a cab fell a asleep in a ball
That day in July we were going AWOL
LET LOOSE WITH THE LADS ON THE DUBLIN PUB CRAWL