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A drinking song

 Come, brothers, share the fellowship
We celebrate to-night;
There's grace of song on every lip
And every heart is light!
But first, before our mentor chimes
The hour of jubilee,
Let's drink a health to good old times,
And good times yet to be!
Clink, clink, clink!
Merrily let us drink!
There's store of wealth
And more of health
In every glass, we think.
Clink, clink, clink! To fellowship we drink! And from the bowl No genial soul In such an hour can shrink.
And you, oh, friends from west and east And other foreign parts, Come share the rapture of our feast, The love of loyal hearts; And in the wassail that suspends All matters burthensome, We 'll drink a health to good old friends And good friends yet to come.
Clink, clink, clink! To fellowship we drink! And from the bowl No genial soul In such an hour will shrink.
Clink, clink, clink! Merrily let us drink! There's fellowship In every sip Of friendship's brew, we think.

Poem by Eugene Field
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