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Say, wh y did Time his glass s u blime
Fill u p wit h s:i.nd unsightly
'v\/ hen wine, h e knew, runs brisker thro ugh ,
And sparkles far more brightl y
?
May yo ur sh adow n e ver grow less.
H ere 's to the m o neyless m a n crush ed with sorro\\'
a nd pain .
May h e think of the barma n \\'hen his star ri ses
a gain.
For a ' th a t a nd a' th a t,
It 's comin g ye t for a ' that,
Th a t man t o m a n, th e worl d o'er,
S h a ll brithers b e for a' tha t.
For m e , I'm w om a n 's slave co nfessed
\.Vithout h er, hopeless a nd un blessed .
Here's t o a bottle a n d a n honest frien d
!
what
wad ye wish for mair, ma n
?
Wha kens, before his life may end, what his share
m ay b e of care, m a n
!
Th en catch the moments as they fly, a nd u se them
as ye ough t , man ;
Believe m e, h a ppiness is shy, and comes not aye
when sought, m a n.
Here's to you, as good as you are;
And h ere's t o m e , as bad as I am .
But as good as you a re, and as bad a s I am;
I'm as good as y ou are, as bad as I am .
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