From the recording The Morning Glory
One for the Morning Glory, two for the early dew
Three for the man who can stand his round
And four for the love of you me girl, and four for the love of you
At the end of the day I like a little drink to raise up my voice and sing
In an hour or two with a fine brown brew and I'm ready for anything
At the Crosskeys Inn there were sisters four
The landlord's daughters fair
And every night when they put out the lights
I would tiptoe up the stairs, singin'!
Well I got the call from foreign shore to go and fight the foe
And I thought no more of the sisters four, but still I was sad to go
So I sailed away on a ship the Morning Glory was her name
And we'd all fall down when the rum went 'round
And we'd get up and start again, singin'!
Well I bore once more to my native shore, fairwell to the ragein' sea
And the Crosskeys Inn it was beggared in
And my heart was filled with joy
But 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, singin'!