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 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). 
 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. 
 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. 
 Drink to me with thine eyes alone; or if thou wilt, having put it 
to thy lips, fill the read more 
 Drink to me with thine eyes alone; or if thou wilt, having put it 
to thy lips, fill the cup with kisses, and so give it me. 
 I come from good old Boston,
 The home of the bean and the cod,
  Where Cabots speak read more 
 I come from good old Boston,
 The home of the bean and the cod,
  Where Cabots speak only to Lowells,
   And the Lowells speak only to God. 
 I am from Massachusetts,
 The land of the sacred cod,
  There the Adamses snub the Abootts
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 I am from Massachusetts,
 The land of the sacred cod,
  There the Adamses snub the Abootts
   And the Cabots walk with God. 
 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!" 
 A glass is good, and a lass is good,
 And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;
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 A glass is good, and a lass is good,
 And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;
  The world is good and the people are good,
   And we're all good fellows together. 
 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.