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Ah battles and wars leave deep wounds and scars
Deep wounds are long in the mending
While reflecting upon all that is gone
Life passes on till its ending
But the pleasure and pain in our memories remain
And by memories our lives will be measured
And the time that we spend with lovers and friends
Is time we remember with pleasure
So fill up your glass to the future and past
In harmony be determined
There's more friendship poured out in a bottle of stout
Than you'll find in statute or sermon
I've heard all the old songs of the rights and the wrongs
The prophets of doom and destruction
Street corner messiahs, political pariahs
Up to their necks in corruption
From the holy unwise, denial and lies
Where innocent youth is forsaken
I have watched the days end with lovers and friends
Sorry to see the dawn breaking
So fill up your glass to the future and past
In harmony be determined
There's more friendship poured out in a bottle of stout
Than you'll find in statute or sermon
There are those who are certain that drinking and courtin'
Is a sure way to hell and damnation
Well if that is to be, it would seem clear to me
Their God has no sense of occasion
For to fulfill his plan, both woman and man
Bring forth each new generation
And a bottle of stout and a bit of a howt
Is surely a priest's procreation
So fill up your glass, throw your arms 'round your lass
In harmony be determined
There's more friendship poured out in a bottle of stout
Than you'll find in statute or sermon
And to the brashest and proudest and them that shout loudest
It would appear that the power has been given
To berate and deride us, separate and divide us
All in their version of heaven
But mountains and rivers will by far outlive us
When our bones into dust they are withering
There'll be lovers and friends and they'll comprehend
The reason we're in this together
So fill up your glass to the future and past
In harmony be determined
There's more friendship poured out in a bottle of stout
Than you'll find in statute or sermon
More friendship poured out in a bottle of stout
Than you'll find in statute or sermon
Written by: Sean Mone