Life, lift the full goblet--away with all sorrow--
The circle of friendship what freedom would sever?
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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.

Our country, however bounded.

Our country, however bounded.

Here's to you, as good as you are,
And here's to me, as bad as I am;
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Here's to you, as good as you are,
And here's to me, as bad as I am;
But as good as you are, and as bad as I am,
I am as good as your are, as bad as I am.

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.

The wind that blows, the ship that goes
And the lass the loves a sailor.

The wind that blows, the ship that goes
And the lass the loves a sailor.

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.
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As much to the lively grey
'Tis as good i' th' night as day:
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She's a savour to the glass,
And excuse to make it pass.

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.

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.

Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
Here's to the widow of fifty;
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Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
Here's to the widow of fifty;
Here's to the flaunting, extravagant quean;
And here's to the housewife that's thrifty.
(Chorus:) Let the toast pass,--
Drink to the lass,
I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.