Never Enough
Well I consented to throw a ball
And out they all were turning,
All the wise ones, one and all,
All the men and women of learning.
All of learning the lazy ways,
Of rag men and their brothers.
Slothful artistic fools,
Who were tossed out by their mothers
[Chorus:]
And there is never enough beer,
To put upon the table.
There is never enough wine,
To keep this party stable.
There is never enough booze
To change this lonely weather.
There is never enough beer
To keep anyone together.
All south of Earl and Meath,
Down by the liberties section
Where mad man cough and bawl,
And suffer all class of infection.
To entertain my dear old friends,
Every whore and thief and tinker.
Who are loyal to the end,
For they're loyal to a drink, sir.
[Chorus]
There's just never enough booze,
To keep the fires burning,
There's just never enough beer,
To keep the torment from returning.
I toss and turn through every night,
Spent in agony and frustration,
For I was born a wanderer,
Oh a tireless occupation.
From town to town I go,
All dreaming of a homeland,
That I will never see,
For I never liked my first one.
[Chorus]
Nunca Suficiente
Bueno, accedí a lanzar una pelota
Y todos se estaban volviendo,
Todos los sabios, uno y todos,
Todos los hombres y mujeres de aprendizaje.
Todos aprendiendo las formas perezosas,
De los trapos y sus hermanos.
Necios artísticos perezosos,
Que fueron echados por sus madres
[Estribillo:]
Y nunca hay suficiente cerveza,
Para poner en la mesa.
Nunca hay suficiente vino,
Para mantener esta fiesta estable.
Nunca hay suficiente licor
Para cambiar este clima solitario.
Nunca hay suficiente cerveza
Para mantener unidos a todos.
Todo al sur de Earl y Meath,
Abajo por la sección de las libertades
Donde los locos tosen y gritan,
Y sufren todo tipo de infecciones.
Para entretener a mis queridos viejos amigos,
Cada prostituta y ladrón y chapucero.
Que son leales hasta el final,
Porque son leales a una copa, señor.
[Estribillo]
Simplemente nunca hay suficiente licor,
Para mantener encendidas las hogueras,
Simplemente nunca hay suficiente cerveza,
Para evitar que el tormento regrese.
Doy vueltas y vueltas cada noche,
Pasar en agonía y frustración,
Porque nací como un vagabundo,
Oh, una ocupación incansable.
De pueblo en pueblo voy,
Todos soñando con una tierra natal,
Que nunca veré,
Porque nunca me gustó la primera.
[Estribillo]