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Not one of our usual songs, but popular in my Dad's time and still sung at my chapter, usually when one of the brothers goes on active duty or is called up from the reserve or guard. Would also be sung if someone "buys the farm".
"So stand to your glasses fellows,
and raise your drinks on high,
a toast to death and glory,
and here's to the next man to die"
It sounds grim, but it is really a hurling of defiance into the teeth of fate. I understand this goes back to the Spanish-American War and has been sung ever since in several of our chapters.
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A man has to believe in something, I believe I'll have another drink.
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