Ale

Thy soaring and sweet refrain
Rings out to fill the air before us.
Bring me the fine ale, and the cider and the wine.
Link arms and join our lusty chorus.

Join Our Lusty Chorus, Farewell Sorrow

Beer

So bake for us the bridal bread,
And brew the bridal beer-o.
And make for us the bridal bed,
And we will disappear-o

When a Man's in Love, He Feels No Cold, Farewell Sorrow

Cider

Thy soaring and sweet refrain
Rings out to fill the air before us.
Bring me the fine ale, and the cider and the wine.
Link arms and join our lusty chorus.

Join Our Lusty Chorus, Farewell Sorrow

Firewater

How can I ever know you, how can I ever know you?
How can I know you full grown, till I've known you as a child?
How I will I ever tame you, until I know what makes you wild?
Where is the firewater, tonight where is the firewater?
(Where is the firewater?)
Where is the firewater, tonight where is the firewater?
(Where is the firewater?)

Dates are beat into a paste and laid within our databases.
From that paste we make our mortar, quickened with the firewater.

Firewater, The Amber Gatherers

Milk

Well, peak will drop to meet with trough
And lack will crack and be enough
And Mother, all your breasts' milk will be sour
Now all the gold will turn to lead

The Loudness Wars, unreleased

Water

Polly rose up when my words were all told,
And this she did say unto me,

"I will visit the same upon thee thousand-fold,
I will visit the same upon thee.
And may you become one with the water so dumb,
Flow away, flow away, flow away.

Flow away, flow away, flow away, flow away.
Away, flow away, flow away."

I Fell in Love, Farewell Sorrow

Water, but not as a drink

I took my only young son, And my only daughter,
Down where the willow wands weep into the water,
And Walter my young son, he reached up and caught her,
When away like a seedling, a gentle wind brought her.
...
And all the sorrows of their sires,
Their sinning and wrongdoing cost me,
Upon the thorny, thorny briars,
May the wild water toss me.

Down Where the Willow Wands Weep, Farewell Sorrow

And farewell to the Clyde water,
The gently flowing river.
My love and I are going away,
Although we know not whither.

When a Man's in Love He Feels No Cold, Farewell Sorrow

It's eighteen years since the loud cicadas
Made us leave our imperilled shores
Such a ragged band of true Crusaders
To join or father in the War of Wars
We came at last to the field of battle
Near the waters of the endless Lethe (Leith)
We heard proud Joy make her sistrum rattle
Against the fearsome ranks of grief

The Flyting of Grief and Joy (Eternal Return), Spoils

It is my sorrow sorest
Woe the falling forest
The north wind brings me no rest
And death is in the sky
I know our love's unbraiding
Like waters dark cascading
And I see the pole star fading
On my Scotia of the ills

The Laverock in the Blackthorn, unreleased

Wine

Thy soaring and sweet refrain
Rings out to fill the air before us.
Bring me the fine ale, and the cider and the wine.
Link arms and join our lusty chorus.

Join Our Lusty Chorus, Farewell Sorrow

Carousing all the evening and the drinking of the wine,
The dancing and the winching and the ladies in line.
...
I feel the sickener run in my veins,
Holy pulse-quickener, easer of pains,
Knower of knowledge and namer of names,
Worker and shirker and player of games.
Oh holy pulse-quickener, how can this be
That that which unveileith doth also deceive?
Open the bottle and let the wine breathe,
Open the bottle and let the wine breathe.

Carousing, Farewell Sorrow

Come my darling Polly and be mine
Black olives and red wine
Come my darling Polly and be mine
Black olives and red wine

Come My Darling Polly, Farewell Sorrow

And the King, he shook me free,
And waded out to sea.
And what should come tumbling on the brine?
A barrel of the King's own wine.
Oh, down by the sea, knee-deep in seaweed,
I had a kiss of the King's hand, down by the sea.
I had a kiss of the King's hand, the King's hand,
I had a kiss of the King's hand, down by the sea.
I had a sip of the King's wine, the King's wine,
I had a sip of the King's wine, down by the sea.

I Had a Kiss of the King's Hand, The Amber Gatherers

In the graveyard, down in the graveyard
I stooped to drink the sacramental wine
All for to lay upon the wounds of our dear saviour
Well, I though to gather up the sacred nine

The Sacred Nine and the Primal Horde, Revenge of the Folksingers

All the day long we'll be drinking like masons
Mixing the gunpowder into the wine
Fixing our liquor in baptismal basins
Bonnie Saint Kentigern stands upon time

The Merry Wake, unreleased