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 My sweetheart's bright as the rising sun, And cold as the waning moon; And hard as the stones in the water-course 'Neath the dust and glare of noon. Then a health to the glittering gold! A health to the wealth untold! A health, my lads, to the fairest of maids, A health to the glittering gold! Amy Sutherland.