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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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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