DEAR OLD PALS OF MINE.
Copyright, 1894, by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by Arthur West Arranged by John A. Stromberg.
We're travelers all in this ocean of life,
Through calm, through storm, through gale;
In different directions our good ships are bound,
But one ship must always prevail,
And that ship is friendship, the best ship of all,
And cling to it I ever shall;
Amongst us all here we can easy recall
The grasp of a dear old pal.
Old pals, old pals, dear old pals of mine:
Old pals, old pals, I'll drink your health in wine;
Tho' the world may dreary be, forget I never shall
The friendship that is given by a dear old pal.
How pleasant it is when our day's work is done
To tell the old, old tale-
A pipe and a glass to assist in the fun-
Then friendship must always prevail;
We tell the old story of days that's gone by-
The fun that we've had with the gals:
When you see two old fogies who laugh till they cry,
You know they are jolly old pals.- Chorus.
Songs may be sung about women and wine
That fill your hearts with glee-
Songs in that order are lovely and fine-
But I think with me you'll agree,
It warms up the heart and it brightens the eye,
As only such strains ever shall;
So join in with me, let your voices ring high
In praise of your dear old pal.- Chorus.