Come, brothers, share the fellowship <br /> We celebrate to-night; <br />There's grace of song on every lip <br /> And every heart is light! <br />But first, before our mentor chimes <br /> The hour of jubilee, <br />Let's drink a health to good old times, <br /> And good times yet to be! <br /> Clink, clink, clink! <br /> Merrily let us drink! <br /> There's store of wealth <br /> And more of health <br /> In every glass, we think. <br /> Clink, clink, clink! <br /> To fellowship we drink! <br /> And from the bowl <br /> No genial soul <br /> In such an hour can shrink. <br /> <br />And you, oh, friends from west and east <br /> And other foreign parts, <br />Come share the rapture of our feast, <br /> The love of loyal hearts; <br />And in the wassail that suspends <br /> All matters burthensome, <br />We 'll drink a health to good old friends <br /> And good friends yet to come. <br /> Clink, clink, clink! <br /> To fellowship we drink! <br /> And from the bowl <br /> No genial soul <br /> In such an hour will shrink. <br /> Clink, clink, clink! <br /> Merrily let us drink! <br /> There's fellowship <br /> In every sip <br /> Of friendship's brew, we think.<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-drinking-song-2/
