How Stands the Glass Around?

How stands the glass around?
 For shame you take no care, my boys
 How stands the glass around?
 Let wine and mirth abound
 The trumpet sounds
 The colors they do fly, my boys
 To fight, kill or wound
 As you would be found
 Connected with hard fare, my boys
 On the cold ground
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 Why, soldiers, why?
 Must we be melancholy boys
 Why, soldiers, why?
 Whose business is to die
 What sighing? Fye!
 Drink on. drown fear, be jolly, boys
 Tis he, you or I
 Wet, hot, cold or dry
 We're always bound to follow, boys
 And scorn to fly
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 Tis but vain
 I mean not to upbraid you boys
 Tis but vain
 For a soldier to complain
 Should next campaign
 Send us to him that made us boys
 We're free from pain
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 But should we remain
 A bottle and kind landlady
 Cures all again