By Jetal
Come and rest ye wearied souls
the sun parts with the sky
the barkeep sits upon his stool
and waits for you to call
Come and drink ye wearied souls
we have a toast for you
So now get drunk and with some luck
Your sorrows will be gone
Come rest ye drunken souls
the night has come and gone
No more time for drink and fun
time for work, time for life.
Come again ye drunken soul
I'll have an ale for you
forget your life for just a night
and dream a dream or two.