Come, fill round a bumper, fill up to the brim,
He who shrinks from a bumper I pledge not to him;
Here's the girl that each loves, be her eye of what hue,
Or lustre, it may, so her heart is but true.
Charge! ( drinks ) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!
Come charge high, again, boy, nor let the full wine
Leave a space in the brimmer, where daylight may shine;
Here's “the friends of our youth — tho’ of some we're bereft,
May the links that are lost but endear what are left!”
Charge! ( drinks ) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!
Once more fill a bumper — ne'er talk of the hour;
On hearts thus united old Time has no power.
May our lives, tho’, alas! like the wine of to-night,
They must soon have an end, to the last flow as bright.
Charge! ( drinks ) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!
Quick, quick, now, I'll give you, since Time's glass will run
Even faster than ours doth, three bumpers in one;
Here's the poet who sings — here's the warrior who fights —
Here's the, statesman who speaks, in the cause of men's rights!
Charge! ( drinks ) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!
Come, once more, a bumper!— then drink as you please,
Tho’, who could fill half-way to toast such as these?
Here's our next joyous meeting — and oh when we meet,
May our wine be as bright and our union as sweet!
Charge! ( drinks ) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!