A Toast
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A reminder that we need to not take our friends for granted. 'That song will go down as one of the all time great Irish songs.' Wil Millar (formerly of the Irish Rovers)
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June 15, 2009
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MP3 10.6 MB, bitrate 320 kbps.
4:38 minutes
Words/music
W. Scott Messer © 1996, Darby O'Gill
Story behind the song
Completely autobiographical. I wrote this song after the death of our guitar player.
Lyrics
A Toast 1996, W. S. Messer Youve all got your brothers, your comrades and lovers Your friends, your companions, your partners in crime And the girls that you meet in the pub or the street Thatll set you to singin or writin in rhyme One or two of them stay, one or two pass away And the rest of them fade like a dream that is lost And we watch them walk out without raisin a shout Without realizin or counting the cost Chorus: Fill me jar up with porter, me times gettin shorter Ill sing about Michael, and Conor and Merv But I faith need the stout for to get the words out For to Whet me oul whistle and get up the nerve Now Merv you recall wasnt handsome or tall But a cracker, a snapper, a divilish sort Oul Nick would stand by with a tear in his eye When Merv played his box just to tease him for sport He was all full o passion, but when he got lashin He lost all his money, his wits and his luck So to save his own life he went back to his wife And he traded his box for a bakery truck Conor from Cork came up lookin for work A masterful man with a jar or a row He and Susan came by to give Darby a try It started them singin, theyre still singin now Oh, wasnt it grand when they sat with the band And delighted us all with their laughter and smiles But they went back home; they left us alone And theyre so hard to see over six-thousand miles Cancer reached out its hand and it stole from the band The finest man ever God made from the start Michael was brave as he marched to his grave With a smile on his face and a song in his heart With a shot of surprise we can hear his voice rise As the song is all done and the plause starts to let He says: Fill up me jar, set it there at the bar And Ill come for a toast when Im done with this set