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.'