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Bring the
bowl which you boast,
Fill it up to the brim;
’Tis to him we love most,
And to all who love him.
Brave gallants, stand up,
And avaunt ye, base
carles!
Were there death in the cup,
Here’s a
health to King Charles.
Though he wanders
through dangers,
Unaided, unknown,
Dependent on
strangers,
Estranged from his own;
Though ’tis
under our breath,
Amidst forfeits and perils,
Here’s to honor and faith,
And a health to King
Charles!
Let such honors abound
As the time
can afford,
The knee on the ground,
And the hand
on the sword;
But the time shall come round
When, ’mid Lords, Dukes, and Earls,
The loud trumpet
shall sound,
Here’s a health to King Charles!
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