Thomas Moore, from Irish Melodies, vol. 2
Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief|
To simpleton sages and reasoning fools;
This moment's a flower too fair and brief
To be wither'd and stain'd by the dust of the schools.
Your glass may be purple, and mine may be blue,
But, while they are fill'd from the same bright bowl,
The fool who would quarrel for difference of hue,
Deserves not the comfort they shed o'er the soul.
2. Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side
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