The hearth of fellowship
Blazes with cheer
In each daring swig
Of liquor and beer

Have no fear
You fools in rag
For the nectar looms
She surely will not lag

Stagger and fight
From the pit of dark
Fuming in each stride
For laughter to spark

The over flow
Of moonlit plunder
Drains the spirit
And sends scores under

The overflow
Of barley and spud
Sends the old plastered
The stew in their own mud