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THREE comrades on the German Rhine, / Defying care and weather, / Together quaffed the mellow wine, / And sung their songs together.
What recked they of the griefs of life, / With wine and song to cheer them? / Though elsewhere trouble might be rife, / It would not come anear them.
Anon one comrade passed away, / And presently another, / And yet unto the tryst each day / Repaired the lonely brother; / And still, as gayly as of old, / That third one, hero-hearted, / Filled to the brim each cup of gold, / And called to the departed, --
"O comrades mine! I see ye not, / Nor hear your kindly greeting, / Yet in this old, familiar spot / Be still our loving meeting! / Here have I filled each bouting-cup / With juices red and cheery; / I pray ye drink the portion up, / And as of old make merry!"
And once before his tear-dimmed eyes, / All in the haunted gloaming, / He saw two ghostly figures rise, / And quaff the beakers foaming; / He heard two spirit voices call, / "Fiducit, jovial brother! " / And so forever from that hall / Went they with one another.