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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, whenever I see thee, thirst, and holding the cup, apply it to
my lips more for thy sake read more
I, whenever I see thee, thirst, and holding the cup, apply it to
my lips more for thy sake than for drinking.
Here's to Great Britain, the sun that gives light to all nations
of the world.
Here's to Great Britain, the sun that gives light to all nations
of the world.
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss read more
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen;
Here's to the widow of fifty;
Here's to the flaunting, read more
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.
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 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."
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.
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.