Malcolm – Thanks for your usual good clarification. I finally found my "original photocopy" of "Revelry of the Dying" to the air "Away with Melancholy" with a note: "Composed by a British offier in india, at a time when the plague was hourly sweeping off his companions. He did not long survive his wonderful production." I haven't a clue where this came from other than it's on page 77 proceeded by "Landlord, Fill Your Flowing Bowl." The second verse that I dropped runs:

Not a sigh for the lot that darkles;
Not a tear for the friends that sink;
We'll fall 'midst the wine-cup's sparkles,
As mute as the wine we drink;
So stand to your glasses, steady!
'Tis this that respite buys;
One cup to the deal already;
Hurrah! for the next that dies.


In my opinion, not worth much reconsideration as a verse.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble