'Here is to the King, Sir'

of the mind. ----

Here is to the King, Sir,
Ye ken wha I mean, Sir,
And to every honest man
That will do't again. ----

Fill up your bumpers high
We'll drink all your barrels dry
Out upon them fy, fy,
That winna do't again. ----

Here's to the Chieftains Of the Scots Highland clans
They ha'e done it mair nor ance
And will do't again. ----
Fill up ye.

When ye hear the trumpets sound
Tute taity to the drum,
Up your swords and down your gun
And to the louns again. ----

Here's to the king o' Swedes
Fresh laurels croun his head
Pox on every sneaking blade
That winna do't again. ----
Fill up,

But to make a' things right now,
He that drinks must [?]ght too
To shew his heart's upright too
And that he'll do't again ----