I passed on my way, God be praised that I met him,/Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget him./We may have brave men, but we'll never have better!/ Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men ( changes my own)Yesterday, we said goodbye to a husband, a father, a brother, a neighbor, a heroic man who lived fiercely.
Herbie Johnson died on the job. His bride, children, brothers, sister, neighbors, comrades in the City's defense gave this fine man a send-off worthy of heads of state, kings and saints.
It was the very least.
