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Eugene Field - A Drinking SongEugene Field - A Drinking Song
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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.
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