A Wake

I’d like you to give me a wake,
After I’m dead, make no mistake.
     I’d like to see my friends
     Drink and make amends
So stay up all night for my sake.

For I have been acquainted with the night
And gone a-roving so late into the night.
     Toll each and every bell,
     Wish me a fond fair-thee-well
And don’t go home till dawn has shed its light.

Give me a wake to make sure I’m dead,
A true Irish send-off though I’m not pure bred.
     Pour me a pint of Guinness,
     I’ll listen from my stillness
Then tell me the things you wish you’d said.