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CUPS
AND
THEIR
CUSTOMS.
''
Touch
brim
!
touch
foot
!
the
Avine
is
red,
And
leaps
to
the
lips
of
the
free
;
Our
wassail
true
is
quickly
said,
Comrade
!
I
drink
to
thee
'
Touch
foot
!
touch
brim
!
who
cares
?
who
cares
?
Brothers
in
sorrow
or
glee,
G-lory
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
end^
Brother
!
I
drink
to
thee
!
"
LONDON:
JOHN
VAN
VOORST,
PATEENOSTEE
EOW.
MDCCCLXIII.