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"Red Ale Reverie"

The candlelight dances on the wooden bar,

The sound of laughter echoes from afar.

In my hand, a pint of ruby red,

With every sip, it goes straight to my head.

Smooth as silk, it takes me away,

To fields of barley and skies of gray.

Every taste a story untold,

A drink that warms, a heart of gold.

Oh, KillKenny, my Red Ale reverie,

A pint of magic, a sip of history.

Through the night, you keep me company,

In every glass, there’s a part of me.

The air is thick with tales of old,

Of daring dreams and hearts so bold.

As the clock strikes twelve, the night feels young,

With KillKenny Red Ale upon my tongue.

Smooth as silk, it takes me away,

To fields of barley and skies of gray.

Every taste a story untold,

A drink that warms,

[Verse 1]

In the heart of old Dublin town,  

There's a brew that's golden brown,  

Kilkenny's here, let the good times roll,  

Raise your glass, it's good for the soul!

[Bridge]

Oh, the flavor sweet and strong,  

Kilkenny, you can’t go wrong!

[Chorus]

So let’s raise a toast to the red ale,  

Kilkenny shining, we’ll never fail,  

Party with friends under the moonlight,  

With Kilkenny in hand, we’ll party all night!

[melodic interlude]

[Verse 2]

With a frothy head and a taste divine,  

In every sip, the stars align,  

From the tap to the bottle, it’s all the same,  

Kilkenny’s the one, don’t you forget the name!

[Bridge]

Cheers to laughter, cheers to cheer,  

Kilkenny’s magic, bring it near!

[Chorus]

So let’s raise a toast to the red ale,  

Kilkenny shining, we’ll never fail,  

Party with friends under the moonlight,  

With Kilkenny in hand, we’ll party all night!

[Outro]

Kilkenny forever, our spirits soar,  

With every sip, we’ll ask for more!

Guinness Glow

A lively, upbeat drinking song celebrating the iconic Guinness Draught.

Tosaíonn sé le doirteadh, mall agus diaga,

An easghluaiseachta uachtair, nóiméad in am.

Sip den stout chomh dorcha leis an oíche,

Ach ó, conas a sparkles sé sa tine.

Tosaíonn sé le doirteadh, mall agus diaga,

An easghluaiseachta uachtair, nóiméad in am.

Sip den stout chomh dorcha leis an oíche,

Ach ó, conas a sparkles sé sa tine.

Deir siad go bhfuil sé draíocht, breed i gloine,

Blas na hÉireann, tógtha go deireanach.

Ardaigh é, lig do na scéalta sreabhadh,

Seo chugat an Guinness, an glow atá ar eolas againn.

Ó, an glow Guinness, is cara don anam é,

I gcroílár an teach tábhairne, áit a rolladh na dea-uair.

Le gach pionta, mothaíonn an domhan ceart,

Coinníonn Guinness te muid tríd an gceann is fuaire 

Scuaibe cúr, tósta don chriú,

Cairde sean agus cairde nua, nasctha trí brew.

An dubh agus an bán, le chéile siad ag taitneamh,

Pionta foirfe gach uair.

Deir siad go bhfuil sé draíocht, breed i gloine,

Blas na hÉireann, tógtha go deireanach.

Ardaigh é, lig do na scéalta sreabhadh,

Seo chugat an Guinness, an glow atá ar eolas againn.

Ó, an glow Guinness, is cara don anam é,

I gcroílár an teach tábhairne, áit a rolladh na dea-uair.

Le gach pionta, mothaíonn an domhan ceart,

Coinníonn Guinness te muid tríd an oíche is fuaire.

Tríd an gáire, trí na deora,

Tá triail na mblianta ag Guinness.

Ó shráideanna Bhaile Átha Cliath go tailte i gcéin,

Is mó ná deoch atá i gceist - is muidne é.

Ó, an glow Guinness, is cara don anam é,

I gcroílár an teach tábhairne, áit a rolladh na dea-uair.

Le gach pionta, mothaíonn an domhan ceart,

Coinníonn Guinness te muid tríd an oíche is fuaire.

[Outro]

Mar sin seo chugainn go dtí an brew, dorcha, saibhir, agus mall,

Ardóimid go deo é, gliondar Guinness.

Guinness Glow"

A lively, upbeat drinking song celebrating the iconic Guinness Draught.

It starts with a pour, slow and divine,

The creamy cascade, a moment in time.

A sip of the stout, as dark as the night,

But oh, how it sparkles in the firelight.

They say it’s magic, brewed in a glass,

A taste of Ireland, built to last.

Raise it high, let the stories flow,

Here’s to the Guinness, the glow we know.

Oh, the Guinness glow, it’s a friend for the soul,

In the heart of the pub, where the good times roll.

With every pint, the world feels right,

Guinness keeps us warm through the coldest night.

A swirl of the foam, a toast to the crew,

Old friends and new ones, bonded through brew.

The black and the white, together they shine,

A perfect pint every single time.

They say it’s magic, brewed in a glass,

A taste of Ireland, built to last.

Raise it high, let the stories flow,

Here’s to the Guinness, the glow we know.

Oh, the Guinness glow, it’s a friend for the soul,

In the heart of the pub, where the good times roll.

With every pint, the world feels right,

Guinness keeps us warm through the coldest night.

Through the laughter, through the tears,

Guinness has stood the test of years.

From Dublin streets to lands afar,

It’s more than a drink—it’s who we are.

Oh, the Guinness glow, it’s a friend for the soul,

In the heart of the pub, where the good times roll.

With every pint, the world feels right,

Guinness keeps us warm through the coldest night.

[Outro]

So here’s to the brew, dark, rich, and slow,

Forever we’ll raise it, the Guinness glow.

Guinness Glow

A lively, upbeat drinking song celebrating the iconic Guinness Draught.

[Intro]

Tosaíonn sé le doirteadh, mall agus diaga,

An easghluaiseachta uachtair, nóiméad in am.

Sip den stout chomh dorcha leis an oíche,

Ach ó, conas a sparkles sé sa tine.

Tosaíonn sé le doirteadh, mall agus diaga,

An easghluaiseachta uachtair, nóiméad in am.

Sip den stout chomh dorcha leis an oíche,

Ach ó, conas a sparkles sé sa tine.

Deir siad go bhfuil sé draíocht, breed i gloine,

Blas na hÉireann, tógtha go deireanach.

Ardaigh é, lig do na scéalta sreabhadh,

Seo chugat an Guinness, an glow atá ar eolas againn.

[Chrous]

Ó, an glow Guinness, is cara don anam é,

I gcroílár an teach tábhairne, áit a rolladh na dea-uair.

Le gach pionta, mothaíonn an domhan ceart,

Coinníonn Guinness te muid tríd an gceann is fuaire 

Scuaibe cúr, tósta don chriú,

Cairde sean agus cairde nua, nasctha trí brew.

An dubh agus an bán, le chéile siad ag taitneamh,

Pionta foirfe gach uair.

Deir siad go bhfuil sé draíocht, breed i gloine,

Blas na hÉireann, tógtha go deireanach.

Ardaigh é, lig do na scéalta sreabhadh,

Seo chugat an Guinness, an glow atá ar eolas againn.

[Pre Chrous]

Ó, an glow Guinness, is cara don anam é,

I gcroílár an teach tábhairne, áit a rolladh na dea-uair.

Le gach pionta, mothaíonn an domhan ceart,

Coinníonn Guinness te muid tríd an oíche is fuaire.

Tríd an gáire, trí na deora,

Tá triail na mblianta ag Guinness.

Ó shráideanna Bhaile Átha Cliath go tailte i gcéin,

Is mó ná deoch atá i gceist - is muidne é.

[Final Chrous]

Ó, an glow Guinness, is cara don anam é,

I gcroílár an teach tábhairne, áit a rolladh na dea-uair.

Le gach pionta, mothaíonn an domhan ceart,

Coinníonn Guinness te muid tríd an oíche is fuaire.

[Outro]

Mar sin seo chugainn go dtí an brew, dorcha, saibhir, agus mall,

Ardóimid go deo é, gliondar Guinness.