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 wasn't 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, wasn't 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