Poor Padraig Macgill

Put down the urn and open the bar,
All that are here should raise up a jar,
Cry Faugh A Ballagh, cry clear the way
And toast sweet piper Padraig Macgill
With the frothy black magic that Guiness distills

Drink to sweet Padraig and pause between sips
tell the tales of his daring, bring praise to our lips.
The dangers he faced consumed his whole life.
This friend and this neighbour told his stories in turn
While he sat on this stool, at this bar, in place of this urn.