…so big Jim Dwyer made his last trip.
To the land where his father’s laid.
But fifteen minutes later.
We had our first taste of whiskey.
There was uncles giving lectures.
On ancient Irish history.
The men all started telling jokes.
And the women they got frisky.
At five o’clock in the evening.
Every bastard there was piskey.

The Body of an American
The Pogues (1985), Rum, Sodomy & the Lash