It was an old drinking song, Here's to the dead..

[edwin]

I was going to parody this but it seems apt for PA anyway

We meet 'neath the sounding rafters,
The walls around us are bare;
They echo the peals of laughter,
It seems the dead are there.

So stand by your glasses steady,
This world is a world of lies.
Here's a toast for the dead already;
Hurrah for the next man who dies.

Cut off from the land that bore us,
Betrayed by the land we find.
The good men have gone before us,
And only the dull left behind.

So stand by your glasses steady,
This world is a world of lies.
Here's a toast for the dead already;
Hurrah for the next man who dies

But here is my chorus for it anyway

Here's to the dead already,
Are those alive again? Oh my!
Hold that baseball bat steady
Here's to the next one to try.

[davidc]

Stand back to back defensive
Face on to the howling tribe
Not an inch or a step can we give
or to their madness we subscribe

Here's to the dead already
Are those alive again? Oh my!
Hold that baseball bat steady
Here's to the next one to try.

They say they're real-life zombies
Even though a contradiction in terms
We'll make the undead, dead wannabes
So they can make friends with worms

Here's to the dead already
Are those alive again? Oh my!
Hold that baseball bat steady
Here's to the next one to try.

...

[edwin]

Definitely worth a Yo! and a Yeah! One wonders about a youtube upload

[spaceowl]

Originally subtitled as 'Cholera Camp India' and dating to the early 1850s, a great song that can still be occasionally heard on the re-enactment circuit.
Love the PA version, although, granted the source material, wouldn't a cricket bat be more appropriate, 2nd verse, third line?

[edwin]

Sung round the campfire of nomads of the Wasteland

Take me back to the clashing tills?
For the tills don't give an iota
For the beautiful civilised country
That I loved.

or

There may yet be a home
So I may not roam.
The skies are all cloudy and grey.
Seldom is heard any old word
For the streets are deserted
all day.
I'd tell, if I had a friend
That from here to the end
Its no life for a nomad today.