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.