Come, brothers, share the fellowship
 We celebrate to-night;
There's grace of song on every lip
 And every heart is light!
But first, before our mentor chimes
 The hour of jubilee,
Let's drink a health to good old times,
 And good times yet to be!
 Clink, clink, clink!
 Merrily let us drink!
 There's store of wealth
 And more of health
 In every glass, we think.
 Clink, clink, clink!
 To fellowship we drink!
 And from the bowl
 No genial soul
 In such an hour can shrink.

And you, oh, friends from west and east
 And other foreign parts,
Come share the rapture of our feast,
 The love of loyal hearts;
And in the wassail that suspends
 All matters burthensome,
We 'll drink a health to good old friends
 And good friends yet to come.
 Clink, clink, clink!
 To fellowship we drink!
 And from the bowl
 No genial soul
 In such an hour will shrink.
 Clink, clink, clink!
 Merrily let us drink!
 There's fellowship
 In every sip
 Of friendship's brew, we think.