Islay and ale! Islay and ale! I drink to the devil who summoned the gale!
That swept me from the heaven of her womanly charms to the tavern for islay and ale!
Once laying by the fire with Kristen McMahon, she asked why so gloomy? Was my stout heart strayin? 
Well I smiled and I whispered in her ear tenderly, I'm goin down to McTighe's for a taste of the sea!
Islay and ale! Islay and ale! I drink to the devil who summoned the gale!
That swept me from the heaven of her womanly charms to the tavern for islay and ale!
Once after a show up in north Inverness, some sweet daughter enters, and she starts to undress. Well her hands they don't veer, and she's swayin' her hips - but there's only one sixteen-year I want on my lips!
Islay and ale! Islay and ale! I drink to the devil who summoned the gale!
That swept me from the heaven of her womanly charms to the tavern for islay and ale!
Well if ye got a taste for ashes and ye got a taste for wood, and for warm brine and iodine and oak barrel, well that's good! But there's one minor matter for our aged whiskey peat - you should be whipped and sent home if you don't sink it neat!
Islay and ale! Islay and ale! I drink to the devil who summoned the gale!
That swept me from the heaven of her womanly charms to the tavern for islay and ale!
So when you're salty and sullen and the dark night is near, well just take Lagavulin with a dark pint of beer! No it ain't quite a tonic for this sad mortal coil, but you'll acquaint your fat body with its origins in soil!

Lyrics by Michael Bradley
Copyright 2007 FurnaceSongs Record Co.
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3/11/2014