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Fill it up, about ship wheel it;
Close to th’ lips a brimmer join.
Where’s the tempest now; who feels it?
None! Our danger’s drown’d in wine
THE YEAR THAT’S AWA.
O here’s to the year that’s awa,
We’ll drink it in strong and in sma’;
And here's to ilk bonny young lassie we
Endearing the year that’s awa. (lo’ ed,
O here’s to the soldier wha bled,
To the sailor wha bravely did fa’;
Their fame is on high, though their spi-
rits have fled
On the wings of the year that’s awa.
O here’s fo the friend we can trust
When the storms of adversity blaw;
May they join in our sorrow, and be nea-
rest our hearts,
Nor depart like the year that’s awa.
finis.
