Comrades Fill No Glass for Me

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Melody - Stephen Foster, 1855
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Stephen Foster, 1855

Oh! comrades, fill no glass for me
To drown my soul in liquid flame
For if I drank, the toast should be
To blighted fortune health and fame.
Yet, though I long to quell the strife
That passion holds against my life,
|: Still, boon companions may ye be,
But comrades, fill no glass for me. :|
2. I know a breat that once was light
Whose patient sufferings need my care
I know a hearth that once was bright,
But drooping hopes have nestled there.
Then while the tear drops nightly steal
From wounded hearts that I should heal
|: Though boon companions may ye be,
But comrades, fill no glass for me. :|
3. When I was young I felt the tide
Of aspirations undefiled,
But manhood's years have wronged the pride
My parents centered in their child.
Then, by a mother's sacred tear,
By all that memory should revere,
|: Though boon companions may ye be,
Oh! comrades, fill no glass for me. :|

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