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How Stands The Glass Around (Instrumental)
An 18th century British soldier song about the hardships of war. It is also known as General Wolfe's song. An excellent recording of the song can be found at this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6sp7pEtYXs
Lyrics:
How stands the glass around
For shame, ye take no care, my boys
How stands the glass around
Let mirth and wine abound
The trumpets sound
The colours flying are, my boys
To fight, kill or wound
May we still be found
Content with our hard fare, my boys
On the cold, cold ground
Why, soldiers, why
Should we be melancholy, boys
Why, soldiers, why
Whose business ’tis to die
What sighing fie
Damn fear, drink on, be jolly boys
’Tis he, you and I
Cold, hot, wet, or dry
We’re always bound to follow, boys
And scorn to fly
’Tis but in vain
I mean not to upbraid you, boys
’Tis but in vain
For soldiers to complain
Should next campaign
Send us to Him that made you, boys
We’re free from pain
But should we remain
A bottle and kind landlady
Cures all again
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By master5s 327An 18th century British soldier song about the hardships of war. It is also known as General Wolfe's song. An excellent recording of the song can be found at this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6sp7pEtYXs
Lyrics:
How stands the glass around
For shame, ye take no care, my boys
How stands the glass around
Let mirth and wine abound
The trumpets sound
The colours flying are, my boys
To fight, kill or wound
May we still be found
Content with our hard fare, my boys
On the cold, cold ground
Why, soldiers, why
Should we be melancholy, boys
Why, soldiers, why
Whose business ’tis to die
What sighing fie
Damn fear, drink on, be jolly boys
’Tis he, you and I
Cold, hot, wet, or dry
We’re always bound to follow, boys
And scorn to fly
’Tis but in vain
I mean not to upbraid you, boys
’Tis but in vain
For soldiers to complain
Should next campaign
Send us to Him that made you, boys
We’re free from pain
But should we remain
A bottle and kind landlady
Cures all again