My boat is on the shore, br And my bark is on the sea; br But, before I go, Tom Moore, br Here's a double health to thee! br br Here's a sigh to those who love me, br And a smile to those who hate; br And, whatever sky's above me, br Here's a heart for every fate. br br Though the ocean roar around me, br Yet it still shall bear me on; br Though a desert should surround me, br It hath springs that may be won. br br Were't the last drop in the well, br As I gasp'd upon the brink, br Ere my fainting spirit fell, br 'Tis to thee that I would drink.