Come Gather Round Me, Parnellites -- William Butler Yeats

(Poem #87)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 Ireland 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 country And Parnell loved his lass. -- William Butler Yeats