 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
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POUR THE WINE IN THE CUP.
I
Pour the wine in the cup,Beading up!
We'll be merry and wise, though we're few;
Fill each glass to the brink,
And we'll drink
Success to the gallant and true!
Confusion to knaves!
And freedom to slaves!
And joy to the honest wherever they be!
Bad luck to the bad!
Good heart to the sad!
And health to the Queen of the free!
II
Pour the wine in the cup,Beading up!
Once again we'll be all of a mind;
Fill each glass to the brink,
And we'll drink
Success to the fair and the kind!
To blue eyes and black,
That shine on life's track,
The bright beaming hazel, the brown and the grey!
Every joy may they prove,
If they tell us they love,
And mean the kind words that they say.
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III
Pour the wine in the cup,Beading up!
Let it sparkle and foam in the light;
Fill each glass to the brink,
And we'll drink
Success to the cause that is right.
May Justice be strong!
May Truth flourish long!
May rulers and people true freedom allow!
And may each who is here
Keep a conscience that's clear,
And never be worse than he's now.
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