The Brothers of July

The Brothers of July

(To the tune of "When Johnny Comes Marching Home")

 

Here's to the brothers of July,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Here's to the brothers of July,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Here's to the brothers of July,

Who joke and play and never say die;

And all their birthdays

Are bunched up in July.

 

Here's little Yen just gone fifty,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Here's little Yen just gone fifty,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Here's little Yen just gone fifty:

Nifty, unthrifty, a little bit shifty;

And his birthday's a mirth day

For the brothers of July!

 

Here's jolly John at fifty-three,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Here's jolly John at fifty-three,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Here's jolly John at fifty-three,

Picking and penning and all can agree,

That his birthday's the first day

For the brothers of July!

 

Here's poor old Brer at fifty-five,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Here's poor old Brer at fifty-five,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Here's poor old Brer at fifty-five,

Gimpy and gray and barely alive,

And his birthday's the worst day

For the brothers of July!

 

--July 24, 2018