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Again the wish'd-for festive hour,

Revolving time returns;

Again our tribute out we pour,

Unto the name of Burns.

Then as we quaff the cheering gloes,

In bumpers flowing high,

His deathless fame let us proclaim,

And drain the goblet dry.

Each manly virtue which alone,

The human breast adorns,

Combin'd with beaming lustre shone,

Within the breast of Burns.

Then as we quaff, &c.

The man to bend at Fortune's shrine,

For Fortune's favour scorns,

While Independence rules his mind,

A brother had in Burns.

Then as we quaff, &c.

To act the selfish hireling's end,

His free-born bosom spurn'd;

The patriot true, his country's friend,

Reveres the name of Burns.

Then as we quaff, &c.

And he, who with a heart sincere,

A brother's sorrow mourns,

Will drop a sympathetic tear,

Upon the grave of Burns.

Then let us quaff, &c.