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==Original text and translations==
 
==Original text and translations==
 
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Come let us drain a hearty glass, ere daylight doth appear,  
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Come let us drain a hearty glass, ere daylight doth appear,
The dreary night is all but past, and dawn is surely near,  
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The dreary night is all but past, and dawn is surely near,
The morning air is stirring, the moon is on the wane,  
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The morning air is stirring, the moon is on the wane,
 
So let us pass the gleaming bowl, and pledge our friends again,
 
So let us pass the gleaming bowl, and pledge our friends again,
Soon, boys, soon, will night be past,  
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Soon, boys, soon, will night be past,
 
The day that comes may be our last,
 
The day that comes may be our last,
Loud calls to arms, and war's mad strife,  
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Loud calls to arms, and war's mad strife,
Will fill our hearts with strong, wild life.  
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Will fill our hearts with strong, wild life.
Then here's to each true soldier bold, no craven here be found,  
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Then here's to each true soldier bold, no craven here be found,
But brothers we, in common cause, of sacred freedom bound.  
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But brothers we, in common cause, of sacred freedom bound.
  
And ere we cast aside the cup, on each brave heart we call,  
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And ere we cast aside the cup, on each brave heart we call,
To drink, while hand in hand we pledge, the dearest toast of all.  
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To drink, while hand in hand we pledge, the dearest toast of all.
 
Those hearts that now are weeping, in solitude and pain,
 
Those hearts that now are weeping, in solitude and pain,
And mourning for the absent loves, they ne'er may see again!  
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And mourning for the absent loves, they ne'er may see again!
Drink, then, drink, the night is past,  
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Drink, then, drink, the night is past,
The day that comes may be our last,  
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The day that comes may be our last,
Loud calls to arms, and war's mad strife,  
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Loud calls to arms, and war's mad strife,
Will fill our hearts with strong, wild life;  
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Will fill our hearts with strong, wild life;
The horse awaits his rider bold, the field is all a move,  
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The horse awaits his rider bold, the field is all a move,
 
The battle soon will prove our steel, let's strike for home and love!}}
 
The battle soon will prove our steel, let's strike for home and love!}}
  
 
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[[Category:Sheet music]]
 
[[Category:Romantic music]]
 
[[Category:Romantic music]]

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General Information

Title: A soldier's song
Composer: Hamilton Clarke
Lyricist: Hamilton Clarke
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: TTBB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published: 1892 The Orpheus (New series) no.245
Description: Dedicated to the Melbourne Liedertafel.

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Original text and translations

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Come let us drain a hearty glass, ere daylight doth appear,
The dreary night is all but past, and dawn is surely near,
The morning air is stirring, the moon is on the wane,
So let us pass the gleaming bowl, and pledge our friends again,
Soon, boys, soon, will night be past,
The day that comes may be our last,
Loud calls to arms, and war's mad strife,
Will fill our hearts with strong, wild life.
Then here's to each true soldier bold, no craven here be found,
But brothers we, in common cause, of sacred freedom bound.

And ere we cast aside the cup, on each brave heart we call,
To drink, while hand in hand we pledge, the dearest toast of all.
Those hearts that now are weeping, in solitude and pain,
And mourning for the absent loves, they ne'er may see again!
Drink, then, drink, the night is past,
The day that comes may be our last,
Loud calls to arms, and war's mad strife,
Will fill our hearts with strong, wild life;
The horse awaits his rider bold, the field is all a move,
The battle soon will prove our steel, let's strike for home and love!