omrades raise a glass with me
in defiance of sobriety
though some may deem it blasphemy
i say that drink will set us free
free from the stress of stroil and strife
from squalling brat and scowling wife
shall fate forever twist the knife
or life be ever slave to life
oh precious nectar that dissolves
the endless cloud that e'er revolves
around the weary wanderer's head
from your embrace must we be led
down duty's dark and dreary path
or follow the illumined swath
you cut through universal gloom
to ease our unavoidable doom
comrades raise a glass with me
in defiance of sobriety
though some may deem it blasphemy
i say that drink will set us free
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