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User: Write a drinking song, in the style of an irish drinking song, about drinking coffee.[edit | edit source]

Write a drinking song, in the style of an irish drinking song, about drinking coffee.

Assistant: Here’s a lively one you can sing at full volume with a mug held high ☕🍀[edit | edit source]

Here’s a lively one you can sing at full volume with a mug held high ☕🍀

“The Black Pint in the Morning”

Verse 1 Oh the dawn crept in softly through the crack in the blind, And my head was a drum from the night left behind, There were bottles like soldiers laid low on the floor, When I staggered to life crying, “I can’t take no more!”

Chorus So fill up the mug and pass it around, The black bitter pint that won’t knock you down, No whiskey, no stout, no rum for me, Just coffee, strong coffee, till I’m fit to be free!

Verse 2 There’s a kettle that sings like a fiddle in tune, And the smell of the beans is my blessed saloon, From Colombia, Kenya, or God-knows-where, It’ll put steel in your legs and a spark in your stare!

Chorus So fill up the mug and pass it around, The black bitter pint that won’t knock you down, No whiskey, no stout, no rum for me, Just coffee, strong coffee, till I’m fit to be free!

Verse 3 Oh I’ve danced with the porter and slept with the ale, I’ve woken up swearing I’d surely gone pale, But this drink here is honest, it tells you the truth: “You’re not dead yet, lad—there’s still fire in your youth!”

Chorus So fill up the mug and pass it around, The black bitter pint that won’t knock you down, No whiskey, no stout, no rum for me, Just coffee, strong coffee, till I’m fit to be free!

Bridge (spoken or half-sung) Now some take it sweet and some take it black, Some drink one cup, some drink twelve back to back, But judge not your neighbor by sugar or cream— We’re all on the same blessed, caffeinated dream.

Verse 4 When the sun’s climbing high and the work bell calls, We’ll march out together from kitchens and halls, With a mug as our banner and steam as our sign, Singing praises of beans instead of the vine!

Final Chorus (big and loud) So fill up the mug and pass it around, The black bitter pint that won’t knock you down, No whiskey, no stout, no rum for me, Just coffee, strong coffee— A toast to sobriety!

Tag (optional repeat, clapping) Oh coffee, strong coffee, The drink of the free!

References[edit | edit source]

  1. "Irish Coffee Song". ChatGPT. Retrieved 2026-01-07.