The Friars of old were a merry old fold;
Care and sadness to them were but folly,
With pipe and with glass, and an eye for a lass,
And a quip, to defy melancholy.
Well versed in the stars, and in musical bars,
Dispensers of fiction and fable,
And at friendship's command they would pass the glad hand
With a toast that would ring 'round the table.

    Here's to the Friars!
    Here's to them all!
    Out on the road, or here in the hall,
    Raise high your glasses with cheer that inspires,
    And drink a deep toast,
    To the boys we love most!
    A toast to all other good Friars!

Now on with your cowls: And away with your scowls!
For good fellowship still shall reward us.
It's clear as can be, loyal Friars are we;
Ev'ry man of us has taken orders.
So, true to the name, let us gladly proclaim
Fraternity that wants no urger.
In this Land of Good Cheer, with its brotherhood dear
We are one, with no need for a merger.

    Here's to the Friars!
    Here's to them all!
    Out on the road, or here in the hall,
    Raise high your glasses with cheer that inspires,
    And drink a deep toast,
    To the boys we love most!
    A toast to all other good Friars!

Tonight no stars shine (neither your star or mine)
So we'll sing as we strike up the band, boys,
To ev'ry true chap on the breadth of the map,
Out from here to the far one-night-stand boys.
Too oft we must prate others virtues as great.
In one well self-advertised pageant.
But tonight with a will (while we OK the bill)
Let us drink to the health of the agent.

    Here's to the Friars!
    Here's to them all!
    Out on the road, or here in the hall,
    Raise high your glasses with cheer that inspires,
    And drink a deep toast,
    To the boys we love most!
    A toast to all other good Friars!