Ron Sexsmith - Comrades Fill No Gla** For Me lyrics

Oh, comrades, fill no gla** for me To drown my soul in liquid flame For if I drank, the toast should be To blighted fortune, health and fame Yet, though I long to quell the strife That pa**ion holds against my life Still, boon companions may ye be But, comrades, fill no gla** for me Oh, I know a breast that once was light Whose patient sufferings need my care I know a hearth that once was bright But drooping hopes have nestled there Then while the teardrops nightly steal From wounded hearts that I should heal Though, boon companions ye may be Oh, comrades, fill no gla** for me When I was young I felt the tide Of aspirations undefiled But manhood's years have wronged the pride My parents centred in their child Then, by a mother's sacred tear By all that memory should revere Though, boon companions may ye be Oh, comrades, fill no gla** for me