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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.
