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COMRADES, FILL NO GLASS FOR ME |
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I know a breast that once was light
Whose patient sufferings need my care, I know a hearth that once was bright,
But drooping hopes have gather'd there, Then while the tear-.drops nightly steal From wounded hearts that I should heal, Though boon companions ye may be, Ob! comrades, fill no glass for me. |
(3) When I was young I felt the tide
Of aspirations undefiled, [ pride
But manhood's years have wronged the
My parents centered in their child. Then, by a mother's sacred tear, By all that memory should revere, Though boon companion's ye may be, Oh! comrades, fill no glass for me. |
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