Here's to the Ronnie the voice we adore. Like coals from a coal bucket scraping the floor. Sing out his praises in music and malt. And if you're not Irish that isn?t your fault. Raise up our voices like dogs in a pack. Thankful for honest men we never lack. We got 'em by twenties we got ?em by ones. Them and their daughters and all of their sons. Here's to you Ronnie Drew. Here's to you Ronnie Drew. Ronnie Drew we love you yes we do. Here?s to you Ronnie Drew here?s to you. And what's it to any man whether or no?. Whether I?m easy or whether I?m true. As I lifted her petticoat easy and slow. And I tied up me sleeve for to buckle her shoe. Get up and go at it five until five. When the whistle says budge it we come back alive. He'll sing to the heavens he?s stormy as hell. And wherever he goes we?ll be wishing him well. Here's to you Ronnie Drew. Here's to you Ronnie Drew. Ronnie Drew we love you yes we do. Here?s to you Ronnie Drew here?s to you. The dawn and the dust the wise the unjust. Kids in gambling games. The unheard the unseen the unwashed and unclean. Where the streets all have names. Baggers street masons street wagons to Stevens. With lovers and loners who can hear all intoners. The goths and the ravers evil bids and traders. Sing out Ronnie Drew. A life for a life or a hand for a hand. Trust in the music and strike up the band. The more that we sing the less that we fight. Time and again this is proved to be right. Build you a statue on St. Stephen's Green. No fairer monument ere to be seen. The statue of Ronnie Drew holding the hand. Of a girl with her hair in a black velvet band. Here?s to you Ronnie Drew. No stranger to devils or angles to tell. Here's to you Ronnie Drew. A friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a. friend to you. Ronnie Drew we love you yes we do. Here?s to you Ronnie Drew here?s to you. Here?s to you Ronnie Drew here?s to you Ronnie. Drew. Here?s to you Ronnie Drew here?s to you Ronnie. Drew. And what?s it to any man whether or no?. Whether I?m easy or whether I?m true. As I lifted her petticoat easy and slow. And I rolled up me sleeve for to buckle her shoe. . By FoLgOsI