Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites – A Bit Of Goldmood – letras

COME gather round me, Parnellites,And praise our chosen man;Stand upright on your legs awhile,Stand upright while you can,For soon we lie where he is laid,And he is underground;Come fill up all those glassesAnd pass the bottle round.And here’s a cogent reason,And I have many more,He fought the might of EnglandAnd saved the Irish poor,Whatever good a farmer’s gotHe brought it all to pass;And here’s another reason,That parnell loved a lass.And here’s a final reason,He was of such a kindEvery man that sings a songKeeps Parnell in his mind.For Parnell was a proud man,No prouder trod the ground,And a proud man’s a lovely man,So pass the bottle round.The Bishops and the partyThat tragic story made,A husband that had sold hiS wifeAnd after that betrayed;But stories that live longestAre sung above the glass,And Parnell loved his countreyAnd parnell loved his lass.