Preab San Ol lyrics and chords

The chords to Preab San Ol are presented in the key of G. The title is Irish for ‘another round’ and the lyrics urge the listeners to forget about trying to save their money and instead spend it enjoying their life, and getting another round.

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D 
Why spend your  
G 
leisure bereft of  
Am 
pleasure
 
Amassing  
D 
treasure why scrape and  
G 
save?
 
Why look so canny at every  
Am 
penny?
 
You’ll take no  
D 
money within the  
G 
grave
 
Landlords and  
Em 
gentry with all their  
Am 
plenty
 
Must still go  
D 
empty where e’er they’re  
D7 
bound
 
So to my  
G 
thinking we’d best be  
Am 
drinking
 
Our glasses  
D 
clinking, 
 
an
D7 
other 
 
 
G 
round

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King Solomon’s glory, so famed in story
Was far outshone by the lily’s guise
But hard winds harden both field and garden
Pleading for pardon, the lily dies

Life’s but a bauble of toil and trouble
The feathered arrow, once shot ne’er found
So, lads and lasses, because life passes
Come fill your glasses for another round

The huckster greedy, he blinds the needy
Their strife’s unheeding, shouts “Money down!”
These special vices, his fancy prices
For a florin value he’ll charge a crown

With hump for trammel, the scripture’s camel
Missed needle’s eye and so came to ground
Why pine for riches, while still you’ve stitches
To hold your britches up? Another round

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[D]Why spend your [G]leisure bereft of [Am]pleasure
Amassing [D]treasure why scrape and [G]save?
Why look so canny at every [Am]penny?
You’ll take no [D]money within the [G]grave
Landlords and [Em]gentry with all their [Am]plenty
Must still go [D]empty where e’er they’re [D7]bound
So to my [G]thinking we’d best be [Am]drinking
Our glasses [D]clinking, an[D7]other [G]round

King Solomon’s glory, so famed in story
Was far outshone by the lily’s guise
But hard winds harden both field and garden
Pleading for pardon, the lily dies

Life’s but a bauble of toil and trouble
The feathered arrow, once shot ne’er found
So, lads and lasses, because life passes
Come fill your glasses for another round

The huckster greedy, he blinds the needy
Their strife’s unheeding, shouts “Money down!”
These special vices, his fancy prices
For a florin value he’ll charge a crown

With hump for trammel, the scripture’s camel
Missed needle’s eye and so came to ground
Why pine for riches, while still you’ve stitches
To hold your britches up? Another round

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