WWI version, adapted from Bartholomew Dowling, 18231863
Stand to your glasses|
We stand 'neath resounding rafters,
The walls around us are bare,
They echo back our laughter,
It seems that the dead are all there.
Stand to your glasses steady,
This world is a world full of lies.
Here's a healt to the dead already,
Hurrah for the next man to die.
Denied by the land that bore us,
Betrayed by the ones we hold dear,
The good have all gone before us,
And only the dull are still there.
2. We loop in purple twilight,|
We spin in silvery dawn,
With a trail of smoke behind us,
To show where our comerades have gone.
3. In flaming Spad and Camel,
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