Let us drink to the joy of times past

Cautiously looking ahead

To a new and different cast

But let not tears be shed.

This this dance of life, this boston,

Is full of beginnings but also ends

Our tatterdemalion souls so often

Quail to part with such dear friends.

Strength dear heart

We must now part

You mean so much more to me

but I must bid au revoir to thee.