1899 The Mixicologist by C F Lawlor

"Touch brim! touch foot! the wine is red. And leaps to the lips ofthe free; Our wassail true is quickly said— Comrade! I drink to thee 1 "Touch foot! touch brim! who cares? who cares? Brothers in sorrow or glee; Glory or danger each gallantly shares- Comrade! I drink to thee! "Touch brim! touch foot! once again, old friend, Though the present our last draught be; We were boys—we are men—we'll be true to the Brother! I drink to thee 1" [end—

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