가사
(Verse 1)
Down by the docks where the old sailors roam,
There's a pub full of stories and a place we call home,
With a pint in our hand and a song on our lips,
We toast to the nights and the wild-hearted trips.
(Pre-Chorus)
Raise your glass, lads, to the tales we hold dear,
To the laughter, the love, and the whiskey, and beer!
(Chorus)
Oh, the spirits are high in the old Celtic pub,
With the beat of the drum and the warmth of the grub,
From the stout to the whiskey, the gin, and the ale,
We drink to the legends, to the wind in our sails!
(Verse 2)
Through the misty morns and the starry eves,
We gather round tables, no one ever leaves,
With a clink and a cheer, we let worries dissolve,
In the heart of the pub, where the mysteries revolve.
(Pre-Chorus)
Raise your glass, lads, to the tales we hold dear,
To the laughter, the love, and the whiskey, and beer!
(Chorus)
Oh, the spirits are high in the old Celtic pub,
With the beat of the drum and the warmth of the grub,
From the stout to the whiskey, the gin, and the ale,
We drink to the legends, to the wind in our sails!
(Bridge)
In the flicker of candle, in the roar of the crowd,
With the echoes of laughter, we stand tall and proud,
For the pub is our haven, our fortress of cheer,
Where the magic of friendship and the brew is clear.
(Chorus)
Oh, the spirits are high in the old Celtic pub,
With the beat of the drum and the warmth of the grub,
From the stout to the whiskey, the gin, and the ale,
We drink to the legends, to the wind in our sails!
(Outro)
So here's to the nights we'll never forget,
With the foam on our lips and our hearts never set,
In the punk rock rhythm, we find our release,
In the Celtic pub’s arms, we find our peace.
(Verse 2)
Through the misty morns and the starry eves,
We gather round tables, no one ever leaves,
With a clink and a cheer, we let worries dissolve,
In the heart of the pub, where the mysteries revolve.
(Pre-Chorus)
Raise your glass, lads, to the tales we hold dear,
To the laughter, the love, and the whiskey, and beer!
(Chorus)
Oh, the spirits are high in the old Celtic pub,
With the beat of the drum and the warmth of the grub,
From the stout to the whiskey, the gin, and the ale,
We drink to the legends, to the wind in our sails!
(Bridge)
In the flicker of candle, in the roar of the crowd,
With the echoes of laughter, we stand tall and proud,
For the pub is our haven, our fortress of cheer,
Where the magic of friendship and the brew is clear.
(Chorus)
Oh, the spirits are high in the old Celtic pub,
With the beat of the drum and the warmth of the grub,
From the stout to the whiskey, the gin, and the ale,
We drink to the legends, to the wind in our sails!
(Outro)
So here's to the nights we'll never forget,
With the foam on our lips and our hearts never set,
In the punk rock rhythm, we find our release,
In the Celtic pub’s arms, we find our peace.
