Darby O'Gill - A Toast Lyrics
Youve all got your brothers, your comrades and loversYour friends, your companions, your partners in crimeAnd the girls that you meet in the pub or the streetThatll set you to singin or writin in rhymeOne or two of them stay, one or two pass awayAnd the rest of them fade like a dream that is lostAnd we watch them walk out without raisin a shoutWithout realizin or counting the costChorus:Fill me jar up with porter, me times gettin shorterIll sing about Michael, and Conor and MervBut I faith need the stout for to get the words outFor to Whet me oul whistle and get up the nerveNow Merv you recall wasnt handsome or tallBut a cracker, a snapper, a divilish sortOul Nick would stand by with a tear in his eyeWhen Merv played his box just to tease him for sportHe was all full o passion, but when he got lashinHe lost all his money, his wits and his luckSo to save his own life he went back to his wifeAnd he traded his box for a bakery truckConor from Cork came up lookin for workA masterful man with a jar or a rowHe and Susan came by to give Darby a tryIt started them singin, theyre still singin nowOh, wasnt it grand when they sat with the bandAnd delighted us all with their laughter and smilesBut they went back home; they left us aloneAnd theyre so hard to see over six-thousand milesCancer reached out its hand and it stole from the bandThe finest man ever God made from the startMichael was brave as he marched to his graveWith a smile on his face and a song in his heartWith a shot of surprise we can hear his voice riseAs the song is all done and the plause starts to letHe says: Fill up me jar, set it there at the barAnd Ill come for a toast when Im done with this set
