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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 glass,


 * In bumpers flowing high,


 * His deathless fame let us proclaim,


 * And drain the goblet dry.

Each manly virtue which alone,

The human miud 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 Berns.


 * 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.