Come gather round me, parnellites

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 glasses
And pass the bottle round.

And here's a cogent reason,
And I have many more,
He fought the might of England
And saved the Irish poor,
Whatever good a farmer's got
He 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 kind
Every man that sings a song
Keeps 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 party
That tragic story made,
A husband that had sold hiS wife
And after that betrayed
But stories that live longest
Are sung above the glass,
And Parnell loved his countrey
And parnell loved his lass.