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To Thomas Moore
My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea;
But, before I go, Tom Moore,
Here`s a double health to thee!
Here`s a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate;
And, whatever sky`s above me,
Here`s a heart for every fate.
Though the ocean roar around me,
Yet it still shall bear me on;
Though a desert should surround me,
It hath springs that may be won.
Were`t the last drop in the well,
As I gasp`d upon the brink,
Ere my fainting spirit fell,
`Tis to thee that I would drink.
With that water, as this wine,
The libation I would pour
Should be -peace with thine and mine,
And a health to thee, Tom Moore!
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