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"Touch brim! touch foot! the win e is reel,
And leaps to the lips of the fr ee;
Our wassail true is quickly said–
Comrade ! I drink to thee !
"Touch foot! touch brim ! who cares? who cares?
Brothers in sorrow or g lee;
Glory or danger each gall an tl y sh ares–
Comra de ! I drink to thee
!
"Touch brim! touch foot! on ce 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! "
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