Eugene Field

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.
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