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8 Fill it up, about ship wheel it;

Close to th’ lips a brimmer join.

Where’s the tempest now; who feels it?

None! Our danger’s drown’d in wine

O here’s to the year that’s awa,

We’ll drink it in strong and in sma’;

And here's to ilk bonny young lassie we

Endearing the year that’s awa. (lo’ ed,

O here’s to the soldier wha bled,

To the sailor wha bravely did fa’;

Their fame is on high, though their spi-

rits have fled

On the wings of the year that’s awa.

O here’s fo the friend we can trust

When the storms of adversity blaw;

May they join in our sorrow, and be nea-

rest our hearts,

Nor depart like the year that’s awa.