Win, lose or grow up

It’s not for you

The ale is flowing

The craic is growing

Yes, the laughter is an ocean

And only what’s ship-shape will float

The line that’s to deck you

Catch or fail to grasp it

Is a life-line all the same

Stranded come morn none the wiser

But with pockets lighter

The swelling teardrop means

It IS for you

You grasp it to your heart

You’d jump straight back into the King’s Arms

But skip a new found route