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FRA MOREALE: BATTLE-SONG, by                    
First Line: With a hearty laugh
Last Line: When in death you are coldly lying!
Subject(s): Drinks & Drinking; Military; Oaths; Wine


WITH a hearty laugh,
Our wine we quaff
From the grateful bowl o'erflowing.
Each stirring song
Rings loud and long,
While the night to the morn is growing.

To each lady fair,
Whose heart ye share,
Pledge a cup of the richest flavor, --
What higher goal
To the gallant soul
Than to win a lady's favor?

Begone, each fear,
Each womanish tear!
Look full and clear to the morrow!
Do ye dread dark death
And the parting breath? --
Are ye fond of this life and its sorrow?

If fall ye must
In the blood-stained dust,
Mid the groans of your comrades dying,
No coward's bier
Your name shall sear,
When in death you are coldly lying!





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