| GIVE a rouse, then, in the Maytime | |
| For a life that knows no fear! | |
| Turn night-time into daytime | |
| With the sunlight of good cheer! | |
| For it's always fair weather | 5 |
| When good fellows get together, | |
| With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear. | |
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| When the wind comes up from Cuba, | |
| And the birds are on the wing, | |
| And our hearts are patting juba | 10 |
| To the banjo of the spring, | |
| Then it's no wonder whether | |
| The boys will get together, | |
| With a stein on the table and a cheer for everything. | |
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| For we're all frank-and-twenty | 15 |
| When the spring is in the air; | |
| And we've faith and hope a-plenty, | |
| And we've life and love to spare; | |
| And it's birds of a feather | |
| When we all get together, | 20 |
| With a stein on the table and a heart without a care. | |
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| For we know the world is glorious, | |
| And the goal a golden thing, | |
| And that God is not censorious | |
| When his children have their fling; | 25 |
| And life slips its tether | |
| When the boys get together, | |
| With a stein on the table in the fellowship of spring. | |
