Bonny lass/Every man take his glass

EVERY MAN TAKE HIS GLASS.

Every man take his glass in his hand,
⁠and drink a good health to our King;
Many years have he rule o'er this land:
⁠May his laurels for ever fresh spring.
Let wrangling and jangling straight away cease;
Let every one strive for his country's peace;
⁠Neither Tory nor Whig
⁠With their parties look big,
Here's a health to all honest men!

'Tis not owning a whimsical name,
⁠that proves a man loyal and just;
Let him fight for his country's fame,
⁠be impartial as home if in trust.
'Tis this that prove him an honest soul,
His health we'll drink in a brim full bowl.
⁠Then let's leave off debate,
⁠No confusion create:
Here's a health to all honest men.

Then agree we true Britons agree,
⁠and ne'er quarrel about a nick name;
Let our enemies, trembling, see,
⁠that a Briton is always the same.
For our King, our Law, our Church & Right,
Let's lay by all feuds and straight unite;
⁠Then who need care a fig
⁠Who's a Tory or Whig?
Here's a health to all honest men.

FINIS.