Drinking

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