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William Morris

"Come, Comrades, Come" (karaoke)

"Come, Comrades, Come" (sheet music)


Come, comrades, come, your glasses clink;

Up with your hands a health to drink:

The health that all that workers be,

In ev'ry land, on ev'ry sea.

 

And he that will this health deny,

Down among the dead men,

Down among the dead men,

Down, down, down, down,

Down among the dead men, let him lie!

 

Well done! Now drink another toast,

And pledge the gath'ring of the host:

The people, armed in brain and hand,

To claim their rights in ev'ry land.

 

And he that will this health deny,

Down among the dead men,

Down among the dead men,

Down, down, down, down,

Down among the dead men, let him lie!

 

Now, comrades, let the glass blush red;

Drink we the unforgotten dead

That did their deeds and went away

Before the bright sun brought the day.

 

And he that will this health deny,

Down among the dead men,

Down among the dead men,

Down, down, down, down,

Down among the dead men, let him lie!

 

The day? Ah, friends, late grows the night;

We drink to the glimmering spark of light,

The herald of the joy to be,

The battle-torch of thee and me!

 

And he that will this health deny,

Down among the dead men,

Down among the dead men,

Down, down, down, down,

Down among the dead men, let him lie!


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