G*: 3 2 0 0 3 3 G D G G* D Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore, C G D Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen; G D G G* D And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, C G D G From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between. G D Well it all began one afternoon on the shores of Ambleside, G We were sittin' there quite peacefully with the rising of the tide; D When an idea it came to mind for to usher in the Fall, C G So we all agreed next Friday night we'd go out on the crawl. G D G G* D Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore, C G D Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen; G D G G* D And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, C G D G From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between. G D We planned to have a gay old time, the cash we did not spare, G We left all the cars at home and paid the taxi fare; D I got out to Horseshoe Bay a little after five, C G From a table in the corner I heard familiar voices rise. G D G G* D Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore, C G D Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen; G D G G* D And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, C G D G From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between. G D The spirits they ran high that night, old stories we did share, G Of the days when we were younger men and never had a care; D The beer flowed like a river and we drank the keg near dry, C G So we drained down all our glasses and were thirsty by-and-by. G D G G* D Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore, C G D Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen; G D G G* D And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, C G D G From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between. G D Park Royal Hotel, The Rusty Gull, Square-Rigger and Queen's Cross, G We'd started out with eight good boys but half had gotten lost; D For you'll never keep the lads together when their eyes begin to rove, C G So there was just the three of us that made it to Deep Cove. G D G G* D Well, we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore, C G D Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen; G D G G* D And this night, by God! We drank till there was no more, C G D G From the Troller to the Raven with all stops in between. G D We arrived out at The Raven just in time for the last call, G The final destination of this the first annual crawl; G D We dug deep into our pockets there was no money to be found, C G Nine miles home and for walking we are bound. CHORUS x 2