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Here's to the red of it,
There's not a thread of it,
No, not a shred of read more
Here's to the red of it,
There's not a thread of it,
No, not a shred of it,
In all the spread of it,
From foot to head,
Not heroes bled for it,
Faced steel and lead for it,
Precious blood shed for it,
Bathing in red.
My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea:
But, before I go, read more
My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea:
But, before I go, Tom Moore,
Here's a double health to thee!
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.
May the hinges of friendship never rust, or the wings of luve
lose a feather.
May the hinges of friendship never rust, or the wings of luve
lose a feather.
Here's to your good health, and your family's good health, and
may you all live long and prosper.
Here's to your good health, and your family's good health, and
may you all live long and prosper.
Give me the cups,
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer read more
Give me the cups,
And let the kettle to the trumpet speak,
The trumpet to the cannoneer without,
The cannons to the heavens, the heaven to earth,
'Now the king drinks to Hamlet.'
A health to the nut-brown lass,
With the hazel eyes: let it pass.
. . . .
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A health to the nut-brown lass,
With the hazel eyes: let it pass.
. . . .
As much to the lively grey
'Tis as good i' th' night as day:
. . . .
She's a savour to the glass,
And excuse to make it pass.
Ho! stand to your glasses steady!
'Tis all we have left to prize.
A cup to the read more
Ho! stand to your glasses steady!
'Tis all we have left to prize.
A cup to the dead already,--
Hurrah for the next that dies.
Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the
world.
Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the
world.