ARKY'S TOAST
We'll drink to the down fall of tyrants;
We'll drink to Christ the Lord,
We'll drink to the twelve Apostles,
Who preached his holy word
We'll drink to the saints and martyrs,
In the dismal days of yore
And whenever our glasses are empty,
We'll remember one saint more
And whenever our glasses are empty,
We'll remember one saint more
We'll drink to the king, me boys,
We'll drink a health to the queen,
And all the royal family,
Wherever they are seen
We'll drink to the Dukes and Duchesses,
And all their loyal men
And whenever our glasses are empty,
We will fill them up again
And whenever our glasses are empty,
We will fill them up again
We'll drink a heath to the ladies,
We'll drink to all their charms,
We'll drink to all the pleasures that we find,
When we are in their arms
We'll hold them very tight, me boys,
But we'll make it clear
It's good-by on the day that they say,
They will keep us from our beer
It's good-by on the day that they say,
They will keep us from our beer
We'll drink a health to the landlord,
Of this Harvest feast,
We'll raise our glasses high, me boys,
To the strength of malt and yeast
We'll drink a health to the landlord,
With his ale strong and fine
And we're hoping that he'll forget to shout,
When it comes to closing time
And we're hoping that he'll forget to shout,
When it comes to closing time
We'll drink to John O'Gaunt, me boys,
We'll drink to Jinkey Wells
We'll drink to William Kimber,
Who was buried in his bells
We'll drink to all the Morris folk,
Wherever they may be
And we're hoping that they dance as well,
When they're half as drunk as we
And we're hoping that they dance as well,
When they're half as drunk as we
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