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Heres To The Last To Die
Here's to the Last to Die

Hunter)

We meet 'neath the sounding rafters
And the walls around are bare;
As they echo to our laughter
'Twould not seem that the dead were there
So stand to your glasses steady
'Tis all we have left to prize
Quaff a cup to the dead already
And one to the next who dies

Who dreads to the dead returning
Who shrinks from that sable shore
Where the high and haughty yearning
Of the souls will be no more?
Cho:
Cut off from the land that bore us
Betrayed by the land we find
When the brightest have gone before us
And the dullest remain behind
Cho:
There's a mist on the glass congealing
'Tis the hurricane's fiery breath
And 'tis thus that the warmth of feeling
Turns ice in the grasp of death
Cho:
There is many a head that is aching
There is many a cheek that is sunk
There is many a heart that is breaking
Must burn with the drinks we have drunk
Cho:
There is not time for repentance
'Tis folly to yield to despair
When a shudder may finish a sentence
Or death put an end to a prayer
Cho:
Time was when we frowned on others
We thought we were wiser then;
But now let us all be brothers
For we never may meet again
Cho:
But a truce to this mournful story
For death is a distant friend
So here's to a life of glory
And a laurel to crown each end
Cho:

@death @war @soldier
Filename[ LASTMAN
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