Breach of the Licensing Laws (music - Martha Woods, lyrics - Martha Woods)

Well, my friends, it has been a pig of a year,

We could all use some cheer, don't you think?

But the evening commenced a long time ago,

So there's hardly a chance for a drink.

But a light it still beams from the Railway Hotel,

Christmas Eve, would you believe our luck?

And we may be too late, but it's on our way home,

So why don't we wonder on up?

See, December is dark, and without my watch,

It might as well be half past three,

So, we all stumble into the Railway Hotel,

The postman, the butcher and me.

So, sing my lads, when it's been such a pig of a year,

Well, a man cannot help drink one more than he needs,

So fill up your glass, let us wash out the past,

After all it's Christmas Eve,

After all it's Christmas Eve.

And half an hour later, the room is still merry,

Sam Williams lies drunk on a bench.

And the beer is still flowing, our faces still glowing,

The night shows no sign of an end.

But when old P.C. Casley arrives at the door,

We know we're in trouble for sure.

He finds us all drunk, and spoils all the fun,

Shouts: "you're breaching the licensing laws!"

But my lads, when it's been such a pig of a year,

Well, a man cannot help drink one more than he needs,

So fill up your glass, let us wash out the past,

After all it's Christmas Eve,

After all it's Christmas Eve.

So, here's to Miss Stevens for pouring our drinks

As the clock struck eleven P.M.

And here's to the Bishops of Helston also,

For she kept the place open for them.

And here's to my good friends Charlie and Sam,

The merriest, cheeriest souls.

But as for that weasel who ruined our fun,

May his Christmas be gloomy and cold!

And sing my lads, when it's been such a pig of a year,

Well, a man cannot help drink one more than he needs,

So fill up your glass, let us wash out the past,

After all it's Christmas Eve,

After all it's Christmas Eve.

Sing my lads, when it's been such a pig of a year,

Well, a man cannot help drink one more than he needs,

So fill up your glass, let us wash out the past,

After all it's Christmas Eve,

After all it's Christmas Eve.