William Butler Yeats - Come Gather Round Me, ParnellitesWilliam Butler Yeats - Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites
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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.
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