A Festive Song Comrades, clasp hands, The time demands This night we spend enjoying The jovial word Round festive board, Grim carking care destroying Liquour this night Shall sparkle bright, With homage pay to Beauty, And brave men who Oft conflict knew, Shall take a rest from duty. Chorus Then fill the cup With liquor up, Pledge evrly man his neighbor, That in the light Of Truth hell fight Top win the world for labour. Comrades, the tears Or Class thro years Hath Shed the wide world over, Have taken root And soon the fruit Our tyrants shall discover And when at length We show our strength, And send each despot flying, With joy and mirth Like ours the Earth Shall hail Oppression dying Chorus For who with zest Can laugh the best But he who laughs the longest And in the fight Twixt wrong and right The laugh is with the strongest Since time began Fates mighty plan The laugh gave to the proudest But History Shall tend that w Did laugh the last and loudest Then,comrades, toast Great Freedoms host, And loudly sing her praises, And honored be, Oer land and sea Whoeer her banner raises, So, ere we leave, A wreath well weave Of flowrs of Earths best gleaning With Maid and Wife, With Hope of Life Free from a tyrants scheming From Songs of Freedom, James Connolly 1910 CB apr00
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