Here’s Brian, the hero. Here’s Johnny, the fool.
Here’s Robert, the bastard, and Jonas, the tool.
Here’s Michael the cats’-paw and Miller the wise
And here’s follower Mary of the big blue eyes.
Here’s Will, the fanatic. Ah, but that one could hate!
Here’s Coll and Bill Starkey–damn me, what a weight!
Here’s Joe, who just wanted a new suit of clothes
And here’s pretty young Susan, who followed her Mose.
Here’s Roger and Roderick. In life and death
Some brothers fight bloodiest, choking for breath
With their knives in their backs and their hands around throats
For a woman–and both of ’em ugly old goats.
Here’s another one coming–I haven’t his name
But here’s old Badger Burley, who so wanted fame.
Here the smell’s growing thicker. Ah, pass me the cloth
And give over Dame Shovel to help see ’em off.
Here’s Mac from the north, who was led by a star
Here’s Amos, who took the wrong turn from the bar.
Here’s Susan’s young Mose–ah, they’re not parted rough.
Put him back by her side, boys, she’s small–room enough.
Here’s a pocket of coins. Well, it won’t feed the dead.
I’d say “Here’s to you,” but you haven’t a head.
Still, I’ll drink to your memory, whatever I will
And thank God it’s not me who is paying the bill.