Comrades, fill no glass for me

Oh! comrades, fill no glass for me

To drown my soul in liquid flame

For if I drank, the toast should be

To blighted fortune health and fame.

Yet, though I long to quell the strife

That passion holds against my life,

Still, boon companions may ye be,

But comrades, fill no glass for me.

Still, boon companions may ye be,

But comrades, fill no glass for me.

I know a breast that once was light

Whose patient sufferings need my care

I know a hearth that once was bright,

But drooping hopes have nestled there.

Then while the tear drops nightly steal

From wounded hearts that I should heal

Though boon companions may ye be,

But comrades, fill no glass for me.

Though boon companions may ye be,

But comrades, fill no glass for me.

When I was young I felt the tide

Of aspirations undefiled,

But manhood's years have wronged the pride

My parents centered in their child.

Then, by a mother's sacred tear,

By all that memory should revere,

Though boon companions may ye be,

Oh! comrades, fill no glass for me.

Though boon companions may ye be,

Oh! comrades, fill no glass for me.