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Fill, fill it again, boys, until it runs o'er ;
We'll toast in a bumper the girls we adore;
And while, like this goblet, our sorrows they cheer,
Ah ! ne'er may their bright eyes be dimm'd by a tear !
In Summer, in Winter, in rain or in snow j
In joy or in sorrow, in weal or in woe,
Dear Cambria, to thee shall the mead-cup o'erflow.
Amid the dear scenes of our childhood and youth,
May virtue long flourish with freedom and truth ;
And as we revisit each time-hallowed spot,
" The joy of the mead-cup " shall ne'er be forgot !
In Summer or Winter, in rain or in snow ;
In joy or in sorrow, in weal or in woe,
Dear Cambria, to thee shall the mead-cup o'erflow.
Words (translated from Talhaiarn) by Oliphant Tune The Joy of iJte Mead-Ctt6. |
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