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.