From WOODSTOCK 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, And avaunt ye, base carles! Were there death in the cup, Though he wanders through dangers, Here's to honour and faith, And a health to King Charles! Let such honours abound As the time can afford, When, 'mid Lords, Dukes, and Earls, The loud trumpet shall sound, Here's a health to King Charles! |