 | The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay |  |
THE KING AMONG MEN
I
If his heart all undaunted ne'er quail'd before danger,Or fail'd to beat high for the right,
If his doors were ne'er shut on the poor and the stranger,
His tongue never false to its plight,
To him we will drink, as a king among men—
Wassail! high wassail! good health to him then!
II
If Honour can dazzle, or Freedom inspire him,To fight in their cause ere she sink,
If the wrongs of his kind or his country can fire him,
A bumper to him we will drink.
Though humble and poor, he is king among men—
Wassail! high wassail! good health to him then!
| The Collected Songs of Charles Mackay | |