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You and I are far too wiseNot to fill our glasses.Here’s to me and here’s to thee,And here’s to all the lasses!

THE KAVANAGH.

A stone jug and a pewter mug,And a table set for three!A jug and a mug at every place,And a biscuit or two with Brie!Three stone jugs of Cruiskeen Lawn,And a cheese like crusted foam!The Kavanagh receives to-night!McMurrough is at home!
We three and the barley-bree!And a health to the one away,Who drifts down careless Italy,God’s wanderer and estray!For friends are more than Arno’s storeOf garnered charm, and heWere blither with us here the nightThan Titian bids him be.
Throw ope the window to the stars,And let the warm night in!Who knows what revelry in MarsMay rhyme with rouse akin?Fill up and drain the loving cupAnd leave no drop to waste!The moon looks in to see what’s up—Begad, she’d like a taste!

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