Discover the charm of this Unisex Garment-Dyed T-shirt, a perfect blend of comfort and style. The vibrant design adds personality and warmth, making it ideal for casual outings or cozy gatherings with friends. This shirt is not just an addition to your wardrobe; it embodies a relaxed vibe that suits both everyday wear and festive occasions like game nights, holidays, or any celebration that calls for a touch of fun. Its versatility makes it suitable for a wide audience—perfect for gamers, friends, or anyone who enjoys a unique graphic tee. Gift this delightful shirt on birthdays, housewarming parties, or as a festive surprise during the holiday season!
Product features
- Available in sizes S to 4XL for a perfect fit.
- Durable double-needle stitching on all seams for longevity.
- Constructed without side seams for a clean, comfortable fit.
- Garment-dyed for a soft, textured finish and eye-catching colors.
- Made from high-quality, ethically sourced US cotton.
Care instructions
- Machine wash: cold (max 30C or 90F)
- Do not bleach
- Tumble dry: low heat
- Iron, steam or dry: low heat
- Do not dryclean
"Join the raucous revelry in 'When We Are In The Tavern' by Mystery Potion, a medieval-inspired drinking song that captures the spirit of indulgence and camaraderie. With its catchy melody and lyrics that toast to all walks of life, this song is perfect for fans of folk rock and tavern tunes."
Mystery Potion - When We Are In The Tavern
When we are in the tavern,
we do not think how we will go to dust,
but we hurry to gamble,
which always makes us sweat.
What happens in the tavern,
where money is host,
you may well ask,
and hear what I say.
Some gamble, some drink,
some behave loosely.
But of those who gamble,
some are stripped bare,
some win their clothes here,
some are dressed in sacks.
Here no-one fears death,
but they throw the dice in the name of Bacchus.
First of all it is to the wine-merchant
the libertines drink,
one for the prisoners,
three for the living,
four for all Christians,
five for the faithful dead,
six for the loose sisters,
seven for the footpads in the wood,
Eight for the errant brethren,
nine for the dispersed monks,
ten for the seamen,
eleven for the squabblers,
twelve for the penitent,
thirteen for the wayfarers.
To the Pope as to the king
they all drink without restraint.
The mistress drinks, the master drinks,
the soldier drinks, the priest drinks,
the man drinks, the woman drinks,
the servant drinks with the maid,
the swift man drinks, the lazy man drinks,
the white man drinks, the black man drinks,
the settled man drinks, the wanderer drinks,
the stupid man drinks, the wise man drinks,
The poor man drinks, the sick man drinks,
the exile drinks, and the stranger,
the boy drinks, the old man drinks,
the bishop drinks, and the deacon,
the sister drinks, the brother drinks,
the old lady drinks, the mother drinks,
that woman drinks, that man drinks,
a hundred drink, a thousand drink.
Six hundred pennies would hardly
suffice, if everyone
drinks immoderately and immeasurably.
However much they cheerfully drink
we are the ones whom everyone scolds,
and thus we are destitute.
May those who slander us be cursed
and may their names not be written in the book of the righteous.
Io!
Io!
Io!
Io!
Io!
Io!
Io!
Io!
Io!
Io!
Song copyrighted by Todd Pronovost 2025
