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Say, why d id Time his glass sublime
F ill u p with sand unsigh tly
\.Yhen wine, he knew, runs bris ker thro ugh ,
And sparkles far more brightly
?
May your shadow never grow Jess.
H ere 's to the moneyless ma n crushed with sorrow
a nd pain.
Ma y he t hink o f th e barman when his star ri ses
again.
For a ' th a t a nd a' that,
It 's coming yet fo r a' t hat,
That ma n to ma n, th e world o 'er,
Sha ll brithers be for a' th a t.
For me,
I' m
woman's slave confessed
\Vithout her, hopeless a nd un blcssec.I.
Here 's to a bottle a nd a n honest friend
!
wha t
wad y e wish fo r ma ir, ma n?
vVha kens, before his life may end , wha t his share
may be of care, man
!
Then catch the moments as they fly , a nd use them
as ye ought, ma n;
Believe me, happiness is shy , a nd comes not aye
when sought, man.
Here's t o you , as good as you a re;
And h ere's to me, as bad as
I
a m .
But as good as yo u are, and as ba d as
I
am :
I'm
as good as you are, as bad as
I
am .
IOO