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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.