 | Letters of Laura D'Auverne |  |
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COME, NAME A GOOD FELLOW.
Come, name a good fellow,
And drink to his health,—
No matter his station,
No matter his wealth!
If the heart be but noble,
'Tis title enough:
'Tis the heart makes the man,
Though his fortune be rough!
Then name a good fellow,
And to him we'll drink;
And our lip with a blessing
Shall hallow the brink!
And drink to his health,—
No matter his station,
No matter his wealth!
If the heart be but noble,
'Tis title enough:
'Tis the heart makes the man,
Though his fortune be rough!
Then name a good fellow,
And to him we'll drink;
And our lip with a blessing
Shall hallow the brink!
Come, name a good fellow,—
The vintage we quaff
Seems merry, and mellow,
And ready to laugh!
And what to enjoyment
Fresh pleasure can lend?—
'Tis to toast the kind heart
That to all is a friend!
Then name a good fellow,
And to him we'll drink;
And our lip with a blessing
Shall hallow the brink!
The vintage we quaff
Seems merry, and mellow,
And ready to laugh!
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Fresh pleasure can lend?—
'Tis to toast the kind heart
That to all is a friend!
Then name a good fellow,
And to him we'll drink;
And our lip with a blessing
Shall hallow the brink!
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