A Song

COME fill your pipes and puff away,
Let's sing our songs of gladness,
Put down your burdens of the day,
A fig for care and sadness!
A fig for care and sadness, Oh,
The night time's ever jolly;
Good fellows, let your spirits flow,
Away with melancholly.
Come loose the bonds of honest mirth,
Let's shake our sides with laughter,
'T is fellowship that rules the earth,
A fig for what comes after.
A fig for what comes after, Oh,
Tonight we 're free from sorrow,
Good fellows, let your spirits flow,
We may be dead tomorrow.