Cup of mead

I rose up in the morning and I felt I dire need,

To dream away the dreary day and down a cup o’ mead,

I felt the sting of honey bees, from last night’s revelry,

I’m looking for the honey that’ll cure my soul’s disease…

(clapping , heys. Etc)

I drank another cup or two, and sleep did close my eyes,

A nightmare of a desert dry and not a girl for miles,

I dreamt I saw a waterfall, a waterfall of mead,

I need another cup or six, to clear my memory…

So brother won’t you roll another barrel to the bar?

And pour another cup or two so I can soak my heart.