Comrades Fill No Glass For Me

Stephen Foster

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Tom:
G C Oh! Comrades, fill no glass for me
G A D To drown my soul in liquid flame
G C For if I drank, the toast would be
G D G To blighted forture, health and fame.
C G Yet, though I long to quell the strife
A D7 That passion holds against my life,
G C Still, boon companions may ye be,
G D G But comrades, fill no glass for me.
G C Still, boon companions may ye be,
G D G But comrades, fill no glass for me. [Verse 2]
G C I know a breast that once was light
G A D Whose patient sufferings need my care
G C I know a hearth that once was bright,
G D G But drooping hopes have nestled there.
C G Then while the tear drops nightly steal
A D7 From wounded hearts that I should heal
G C Still, boon companions may ye be,
G D G But comrades, fill no glass for me.
G C Still, boon companions may ye be,
G D G But comrades, fill no glass for me. [Verse 3]
G C When I was young I felt the tide
G A D Of aspirations undefiled,
G C But manhood's years have wronged the pride
G D G My parents centered in their child.
C G Then, by a mother's sacred tear,
A D7 By all that memory should revere,
G C Still, boon companions may ye be,
G D G But comrades, fill no glass for me.
G C Still, boon companions may ye be,
G D G But comrades, fill no glass for me.
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