Come, messmates, pass the bottle 'round,|
Our time is short, remember,
For our grogg must stop, our spirits drop,
On the first day of September.
|: For tonight we'll merry, merry be, :|
For tonight we'll merry, merry be,
Tomorrow we'll be sober.
2. Farewell old rye, 'tis a sad, sad word,
3. Jack's happy days will soon be gone,|
To return again, oh never!
For they've raised his pay five cents a day,
But stopped his grogg forever.
4. Yet memory oft' will backward turn,
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