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.