One cup to the dead already:
Hurrah for the next that dies!
There’s many a hand that’s shaking,
And many a cheek that’s sunk;
But soon, though our hearts are breaking,
They’ll burn with the wine we’ve drunk.
Then stand to your glasses!—steady!
’Tis here the revival lies;
Quaff a cup to the dead already:
Hurrah for the next that dies!