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You and I are far too wise
Not to fill our glasses.
Here’s to me and here’s to thee,
And here’s to all the lasses!
Not to fill our glasses.
Here’s to me and here’s to thee,
And here’s to all the lasses!
THE KAVANAGH.
A stone jug and a pewter mug,
And a table set for three!
A jug and a mug at every place,
And a biscuit or two with Brie!
Three stone jugs of Cruiskeen Lawn,
And a cheese like crusted foam!
The Kavanagh receives to-night!
McMurrough is at home!
And a table set for three!
A jug and a mug at every place,
And a biscuit or two with Brie!
Three stone jugs of Cruiskeen Lawn,
And a cheese like crusted foam!
The Kavanagh receives to-night!
McMurrough is at home!
We three and the barley-bree!
And a health to the one away,
Who drifts down careless Italy,
God’s wanderer and estray!
For friends are more than Arno’s store
Of garnered charm, and he
Were blither with us here the night
Than Titian bids him be.
And a health to the one away,
Who drifts down careless Italy,
God’s wanderer and estray!
For friends are more than Arno’s store
Of garnered charm, and he
Were blither with us here the night
Than Titian bids him be.
Throw ope the window to the stars,
And let the warm night in!
Who knows what revelry in Mars
May rhyme with rouse akin?
Fill up and drain the loving cup
And leave no drop to waste!
The moon looks in to see what’s up—
Begad, she’d like a taste!
And let the warm night in!
Who knows what revelry in Mars
May rhyme with rouse akin?
Fill up and drain the loving cup
And leave no drop to waste!
The moon looks in to see what’s up—
Begad, she’d like a taste!
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