John Brady

Weep a tear for John Brady;
Seven long years he loved his lady.
He was a simple guy,
Singin': 'I'll love her till I die.'

Weep a tear for John's lady;
Seven long years she went with Brady.
All he could say or sigh
Was: 'Lady, I'll love you till I die.'

Somebody else said: 'Lady, be mine.
I've got a house with a flowering vine.
I'll take you out to faraway shores,
And everything I have is yours.'

Weep a tear for John Brady,
Six foot under where it's shady.
He was a simple guy,
Singin': 'I'll love her till I die.'