Morning Glory

At the end of the day
I like a little drink
To raise up me voice and sing
And an hour or two with a fine
Brown brew and I’m ready for anything
At the Cross Keys Inn
There were sisters four
The landlord’s daughters fair
And every night when
They’d turn out the light
I would tiptoe up the stair… singin'
One for the morning glory
Two for the early dew
Three for the man who will stand his round
And four for the love of you, me girl
Four for the love of you
I got the call from a foreign shore
To go and fight the foe
And I thought no more
Of the sisters four
But still I was sad to go
I sailed away on a ship
The Morning Glory was her name
And we’d all fall down
When the rum went 'round
Then get up and start again
I bore once more for
My native shore
Farewell to the raging seas
And the Cross Keys Inn
It was beckonin'
And me heart was filled with glee
For there on the shore
Were the sisters four
With a bundle upon each knee
There were three little girls
And a bouncing boy
And they all looked just like me…