This kinda needs to be read as if it's an Irish/Scots drinking song.

Oh here we sit oh brother thee,
We sit and drink as one,
For when the night is long and hard,
We'll join together in song.

We'll sing our sorrows and We'll sing our joys,
We'll sing our hearts out loud.
We'll sing for brothers and our sisters boys,
And for those faces within the crowd.

Our hearts may heavy and our souls are torn,
Yet here we stand as one.
For when we brothers march to war,
We shall sing and sing our song.

Now sing ye brothers and sisters loud,
Take up your drink of choice,
Now sing ye Sadows one and all,
Give your heart and soul a voice.

And as we drink oh brother thee,
As we lift our voices loud,
Remember those who never came home,
Those who did us proud.

And though they may not drink with us,
Though they are not here,
Just raise your glass one last time,
And let their spirits hear.

Now drink ye brothers,
And drink up well,
For this may be your last,
Raise a glass oh brother thee.
For our future as we honour our past.

Now drink ye brothers,
And drink well,
Raise your glass up high.
Drink ye brothers and sisters,
Drink the place dry!