Here's a health to thee, Bard of Erin! br To the goblet's brim we will fill; br For all that to life is endearing, br Thy strains have made dearer still! br Wherever fond woman's eyes eclipse br The midnight moon's soft ray; br Whenever around dear woman's lips, br The smiles of affection play: br We will drink to thee, Bard of Erin! br To the goblet's brim we will fill, br For all that to life is endearing, br Thy strains have made dearer still! br Wherever the warrior's sword is bound br With the laurel of victory, br Wherever the patriot's brow is crowned br With the halo of liberty: br We will drink to thee, Bard of Erin! br To the goblet's brim we will fill; br For all that to life is endearing, br Thy strains have made dearer still! br Wherever the voice of mirth hath rung, br On the listening ear of night, br Wherever the soul of wit hath flung br Its flashes of vivid light: br We will drink to thee, Bard of Erin! br To the goblet's brim we will fill; br For all that to life is endearing, br In thy strains is dearer still!br br Frances Anne Kemblebr br