by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939)
Come gather round me, Parnellites
Language: English
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.
First published in Broadside, January 1937
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Authorship:
- by William Butler Yeats (1865 - 1939), "Come gather round me, Parnellites" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist , "Come gather round me, Parnellites", published 1937 [unaccompanied voice], note: score accompanied first publication of text [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-03
Line count: 32
Word count: 170