HIP, HIP, HURRA!

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!