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Come let us drain a hearty glass, ere daylight doth appear,
The dreary night is all but past, and dawn is surely near,
The morning air is stirring, the moon is on the wane,
So let us pass the gleaming bowl, and pledge our friends again,
Soon, boys, soon, will night be past,
The day that comes may be our last,
Loud calls to arms, and war's mad strife,
Will fill our hearts with strong, wild life.
Then here's to each true soldier bold, no craven here be found,
But brothers we, in common cause, of sacred freedom bound.
And ere we cast aside the cup, on each brave heart we call,
To drink, while hand in hand we pledge, the dearest toast of all.
Those hearts that now are weeping, in solitude and pain,
And mourning for the absent loves, they ne'er may see again!
Drink, then, drink, the night is past,
The day that comes may be our last,
Loud calls to arms, and war's mad strife,
Will fill our hearts with strong, wild life;
The horse awaits his rider bold, the field is all a move,
The battle soon will prove our steel, let's strike for home and love!
