Catch Sung, The. And they drink about. The singers are all graybeards

A ROUND , a round, a round, boys, a round,
Let mirth fly aloft, and sorrow be drowned.
Old sack, and old songs, and a merry old crew
Can charm away cares when the ground looks blue.
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