Drink
Chorus;
Raise a cup, raise a glass, raise whatever you have
And we'll drink 'till the morning’s light finds us,
So sing without fear, there's no enemies here
In the bar we're all free men, not fighters.
We follow the orders of men who command us
Who tell us to go out and fight.
We stand on the line with our friends and our comrades
And hope that it's our side that's right.
The men who we fight are the same as ourselves
And we know they bear us no ill will
So come to the bar, whoever you are
Grab a tankard and drink down your fill.
Chorus
Our orders are clear and our Captain is brave,
We follow the will of our Lord.
He fancies a lady, her father won't have him
So he'll prove his love with our sword.
And when he has captured a fine wedding gift,
And on both sides enough men have died
We'll all be sent grog for the fill of our tankards
To raise up a toast to his bride.
Chorus.
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(OC Author - Bria McAllister)