The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1910-04-14
Hurrah for the Next That Dies.

During the prevalence of the plague in
India, and when death was reaping his
blackened harvest in swathes. a number
of officers in the British army formed a
Club of Despair. They felt themselves
doomed-cut off from friends and hope.
Whatever may be the fault of the Brit
ish soldier, he has one terrible quality
that of obeying orders, even when such
orders are for the grave. An Irish officer
In the club, with that terrible reckless
ness so peculiar to the Irish soldier, COM
posed the following song. Each night the
club met, and, with flowing glasses, sang
the song in chorus. Each night there was
an empty chair, but the remaining mem
on. This was repeated until there re-
manned but one of the club. 1t is record
ed that, on the last night of his existence,
he entered the clubroom, turned the
empty chairs of his companions to the
table, filled his glass and sang "Hurrah
for the Next That Dies until he dropped
dead at the table. To those who have
read of the ravages Of the plague and of
the stubborn heroism of the British army
this will not appear improbable.
We meet meath the sounding rafter,
And the walls around are bare;
AS they echo our peals Of laughter,
1t seems that the dead are there!
But stand TO your glasses steady;
We drink to our comrades eyes.
Quaff cup to the dead already.
And hurrah for the next that dies!
Not here is the goblet glowing;
Not here is the vintage sweet;
IT'S cold as our hearts are growing,
And dark as the doom we meeti
But stand to your glasses steady,
And soon shall our pulses rise;
A cup to the dead already,
Hurrah for the next that diesl
Not a sign for the lot that darkles,
Not tear for the friends that sink;
Wen fall midst the wine-cup's sparkles,
AS mute as the wine we drink.
So, stand to your glasses steady;
'Tis this that the respite buys;
cup to the dead already.
Hurrah for the next that dies!
Time was when we frowned on others;
We thought we were wiser then;
Ha! Hal let them think Of their moth
ers
Who hope to see them again,
No! stand by your glasses steady!
The reckless are here the wise;
A cup to tine dead already,
Hurrah for the next that dies!
There's many hand that's shaking,
There's many heart that's sunk,
But soon, tho our hearts are breaking,
They'll burn with the wine we've
drunk
So, stand TO your glasses steady,
IT'S here the revival lies;
A cup to the dead already,
Hun rah for the next that dtesi
There's mist CT the glass ccngealing-
'ris the hurricanes fiery breath,
And thus does the warmth of feeling
Turn ice in the grasp of death
Ho stand to your glasses steady!
In q moment the vapor dies:
A cup to the dead already,
Hurrah for the next that dies!
Who breads to the dust returningl
Who shrinks from the sable shore?
Where the high and naughty yearning
OF the soul shall sting no more?
No, stand TO your glasses steady!
The world is world of hes;
A cup to the dead already,
Hurrah for the next that dfesi
Cut off from the land that bore us,
Betrayed by the land we find
Whence the brightest have gone before
US,
And the dullest remain behind
So, stand to your glasses steady,
IT'S all we have left to prize:
A cup to the dead already,
Hurrah for the next that dies.