(A Glass of) Christmas Cheer

A Christmas drinking song by Sailor Martin, a pierced and tattooed sailor puppet, who apparently believes that Yule is a celebration of liquor and vice. The original recording is Cecil Macklin "Too Much Mustard," recorded by Charles Prince's Band in February of 1913. Lyrics and Sailor Martin's singing voice by yours truly. The singing was recorded on a Kodak z730 digital camera set to record digital video. The soundtrack was then removed and converted to an AIFF using Quicktime Pro, and then added to the original instrumental tracks using Garage Band.

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posted by Astro Zombie (1 comment total)

Here are the lyrics:

Here it is its Christmas Eve
Buy me a bottle of pocheen
Black Bush or the Tullamore Dew
I'll drink until I'm obscene
Get me then some buttered rum
Let's drink until we're real mean
Find me then at Christmas end
Unconscious in the latrine

Rum tum tum
Oh play those Christmas drums
I will be marching
When I'm not falling down again
Let's have some Christmas cheer
C'mon mate pass it here
If you're not drinking
Then you're no kind of friend

Bring out the steins, mate
Fill them with ale
then we'll hoist up a toast and a wassail

Mix me up some Christmas nog
And we soon shall feel no pain
Claret for boys and port for men
And brandy 'til I'm insane
Lay me near the Christmas creche
The infant will not complain
Wake me up on New Years eve
To pour a glass of champagne

Tip-a tip-a tip-a tip
Drink some rum, drink some rum
Tip-a tip-a tip-a tip
Vodka wine and gin, mate
With a drip and a drip and a drip and a drip
Drink some rum Drink some rum
With a drip and a drip and a Drip and a drip
It's not a Christmas without sin, mate

Pour me out a Christmas draft
Keep pouring until I'm done, lad
You'll know it when I'm on the floor
My trousers half undone, lad
Roll me under the tannenbaum
Out of reach of the sun, lad
If I groan pour me another glass
If I don't groan pour none, lad

Rum tum tum
Oh play those Christmas drums
I will be marching
When I'm not falling down again
Let's have some Christmas cheer
C'mon mate pass it here
If you're not drinking
Then you're no kind of friend

Bring out the steins, mate
Fill them with ale
then we'll hoist up a toast and a wassail

One drink for each Christmas night
It's twelve drinks or it's bust, boy
Let's raise our glass to old saint Nick
We toast him 'cause we must boy
Then follow me to Ramcat way
You trust me, don't you trust, boy
There's ladies there in stockings bare
To satisfy our lust boy

Tip-a tip-a tip-a tip
Drink some rum, drink some rum
Tip-a tip-a tip-a tip
Vodka wine and gin, mate
With a drip and a drip and a drip and a drip
Drink some rum Drink some rum
With a drip and a drip and a Drip and a drip
It's not a Christmas without sin, mate

We've drunk down to our bottom dime
Well let's go beg some more, chum
Yule is time for charity
So put your hat upon the floor, chum
You be blind and I'll be deaf
And we're veterans of the war, chum
We'll beg enough for a cheap bottle
It's 20 cents a pour, chum

Rum tum tum
Oh play those Christmas drums
I will be marching
When I'm not falling down again
Let's have some Christmas cheer
C'mon mate pass it here
If you're not drinking
Then you're no kind of friend

Bring out the steins, mate
Fill them with ale
then we'll hoist up a toast and a wassail

Here it is its Christmas Eve
Buy me a bottle of pocheen
Black Bush or the Tullamore Dew
I'll drink until I'm obscene
Get me then some buttered rum
Let's drink until we're real mean
Find me then at Christmas end
Unconscious in the latrine
posted by Astro Zombie at 9:16 AM on December 13, 2006