English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 445. Here’s a Health to King Charles |
| | | Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832) |
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| BRING the bowl which you boast, | |
| Fill it up to the brim; | |
| ’Tis to him we love most, | |
| And to all who love him. | |
| Brave gallants, stand up, | 5 |
| And avaunt ye, base carles! | |
| Were there death in the cup, | |
| Here’s a health to King Charles. | |
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| Though he wanders through dangers, | |
| Unaided, unknown, | 10 |
| Dependent on strangers, | |
| Estranged from his own; | |
| Though ’tis under our breath, | |
| Amidst forfeits and perils, | |
| Here’s to honor and faith, | 15 |
| And a health to King Charles! | |
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| Let such honors abound | |
| As the time can afford, | |
| The knee on the ground, | |
| And the hand on the sword; | 20 |
| But the time shall come round | |
| When, ’mid Lords, Dukes, and Earls, | |
| The loud trumpet shall sound, | |
| Here’s a health to King Charles! | |
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