The Alchemist - Celkilt

For six and sixty years I worked like a slave

Night after day all this time in my cave

There was dust in my hairs, and frost in my bones

I was tired of working on the philosophal stone

Was frozen and thirsty, but didn’t feel like tea

Was so sick and tired of my laboratory

So I went to the pub took a picher of cider

And a drop of strange rum with a viper on board

A picher of Cider

And a pint of G

Near the fireplace with my glass of black beer

I felt better and I felt asleep in my chair

All of a sudden, an old man came in

T’was a chum that I hadn’t see for eighty years

We spoke of the past and his family

We freshened our mem’ry with glasses of whisky

I stood up and went out see how the wolrd changed

Drank a strong Irish coffee to give me more strength

A pitcher of cider

Many glasses of whisky

A strong Irish coffee

And a pint of G

The ground seemed to move up and down as I walked

I found a new tavern behind the docks

Grabbed an old silver nugget, hidden in my sock

I enjoyed all the sorts of wine they had in stock

As I tried to go home, staggering in the streets

The wind blew me a ticket of lottery at my feet

Didn’t bother to check whether it was a winner

I got back to the pub to celebrate with Champagne

A pitcher of cider

Many glasses of whisky

A strong Irish coffee

All sorts of wine

A bottle of Champagne

And a pint of G

After five jugs of ale and barrels of brandy

All the guys in the pub sang off key except me

Sat alone on the floor, was desperate and drunk

Turning lead into gold will never be my fate

BUT IF MY ticket is winner, I’ll become producer

Of a fabulous rock band that’ll make me much richer

Got out of the pub, toward the well I walked

Splashed my face with cold water before starting to work

A pitcher of cider

Many glasses of whisky

A strong Irish coffee

All sorts of wine

A bottle of Champagne

Five jugs of ale

Brandy from Hell

Cold water in my face

And a pint of…