Come lift up your glasses, ye lads and ye lasses
and think of the times that have been
of those newly started and them that have parted
and the courage of bold An Tir men
Now lift up your spirit, all ye of good merit
and think of the good times to come
our host we wish wealth and we drink to his health
with the finest of ale, wine, and rum
Your cups raise above and we'll drink to our love
and think of the times that are here
your lover and friend who will stand to the end
who fill all our hearts with good cheer
Let halls now resound, with a good joyous sound
as ages ago might have been
we're having a blast, as we live in the past
and we'll get just as drunk now as then
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