Tekst piosenki 'Slainte Mhath' wykonawcy Marillion

A hand held over a candle in angst fuelled bravado
A carbon trail scores a moist fresh palm
Trapped in the indecion of another fine menu
And you sit there and ask me to tell you the story so far
This is the story so far
Shuffling your memories dealing your doodles in margins
You scrawl out your poems across a beermat or two
And when you declare the point of grave creation
They turn round and you to tell them the story so far
This is the story so far
And you listen with a tear in you eye
To their hopes and betrayals and your only reply
Is Slainte mhath
Princes in exile raising the standard Drambuie
Parading their anedoctes tired from old campaigns
Holding their own last orders commanding attention
We sit here and listen to all of the story so far
This is the story so far
Take it away, take it away, take it away
Take me away
From the dream on the barbed wire at Flanders and Bliston Glen
From a Clydesdale that rusts from the tears of its broken men
From the realisation that we've been left behind
Is to stand like our fathers before us in the firing line
Waiting on the whistle to blow, we stand here waiting
On the whistle to blow
They promised us miracles, and the whistle still blows
Broken promises, and the whistle still blows
The whistle still blow