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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.
Some have meat but cannot eat;
Some could eat but have no meat;
We have meat and read more
Some have meat but cannot eat;
Some could eat but have no meat;
We have meat and can all eat;
Blest, therefore, be God for our meat.
I'll drink a cup to Scotland yet,
Wi' a' the honours three.
I'll drink a cup to Scotland yet,
Wi' a' the honours three.
Our country, however bounded.
Our country, however bounded.
St. Leon raised his kindling eye,
And lifts the sparkling cup on high;
"I drink to one," read more
St. Leon raised his kindling eye,
And lifts the sparkling cup on high;
"I drink to one," he said,
"Whose image never may depart,
Deep graven on this grateful heart,
Till memory be dead."
. . . .
St. Leon paused, as if he would
Not breathe her name in careless mood
Thus lightly to another;
Then bent his noble head, as though
To give the word the reverence due,
And gently said, "My mother!"
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.
You to the left and I to the right,
For the ways of men must sever--
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You to the left and I to the right,
For the ways of men must sever--
And it may be for a day and a night,
And it well may be forever.
But whether we meet or whether we part,
(For our ways are past our knowing)
A pledge from the heart to its fellow heart,
On the ways we all are going!
Here's luck!
For we know not where we are going.
Drink to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to read more
Drink to her that each loves best,
And if you nurse a flame
That's told but to her mutual breast,
We will not ask her name.
Waes-hael! for Lord and Dame!
O! merry be their Dole;
Drink-hael! in Jesu's name,
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Waes-hael! for Lord and Dame!
O! merry be their Dole;
Drink-hael! in Jesu's name,
And fill the tawny bowl.