And it’s hurl the cup at the landlord’s head
And it’s little his threats avail
For the unpaid score,—with joyous roar
It’s jeer at the beckoning gaol,
And it’s yell farewell through the night of hell,—
Drink, for tonight we sail!
“Sigh No More, Ladies”
The stars are like thine eyes, my dear,
That sparkle o’er the glass,