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The bubble winked at me, and said,
"You'll miss me brother, when you're dead."
The bubble winked at me, and said,
"You'll miss me brother, when you're dead."
Here's a health to the lass with the merry black eyes!
Here's a health to the lad with the read more
Here's a health to the lass with the merry black eyes!
Here's a health to the lad with the blue ones!
Life, lift the full goblet--away with all sorrow--
The circle of friendship what freedom would sever?
To-day read more
Life, lift the full goblet--away with all sorrow--
The circle of friendship what freedom would sever?
To-day is our own, and a fig for to-morrow--
Here's to the Fourth and our country forever.
May your glass be ever full
May the roof over your head be always strong,
And may read more
May your glass be ever full
May the roof over your head be always strong,
And may you be in heaven
Half an hour before the devil knows you're dead.
L'Abbe de Ville proposed a toast,
His master, as the rising Sun:
Reisbach then gave the Empress read more
L'Abbe de Ville proposed a toast,
His master, as the rising Sun:
Reisbach then gave the Empress Queen,
As the bright moon and much praise won.
The Earl of Stair, whose turn next came,
Gave for his toast his own King Will,
As Joshua the sun of Nun,
Who made both Sun and Moon stand still.
Our country, however bounded.
Our country, however bounded.
Here's to old Adam's crystal ale,
Clear sparkling and divine,
Fair H2O, long may you flow,
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Here's to old Adam's crystal ale,
Clear sparkling and divine,
Fair H2O, long may you flow,
We think your health (in wine).
I fill this cup to one made up
Of loveliness alone,
A woman, of her gentle sex
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I fill this cup to one made up
Of loveliness alone,
A woman, of her gentle sex
The seeming paragon;
To whom the better elements
And kindly stars have given
A form so fair that, like the air,
'Tis less of earth than heaven.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of read more
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine;
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.