From Scotland’s bonnie shores we set sail In seach of alcohol, the drunkard’s holy grail Cos a pirates life is empty without booze The situation’s dire, we’ve got nothing to lose
To England we ride With vengeance on our minds We’ll kill the monks, and get dead drunk Come on lads it’s cloister burning time
I’m not sure what’s in it except caffeine Despite having drunk it since I was thirteen It sells by the barrel in China and Spain http://tekst-pesni.com/a/alestorm/buckfast-powersmash-lyrics I’ll get drunk once more on that Lurgan Champagne