Fill fill the sparkling brimmer!Fill for the moments fly,The star\u27s weary light grows dimmerAnd the moon fades away from the sky Drink, for the signal flag is up,And the wind is veering roundIn haste let us pledge out parting cupTo the health of the outward bound!Fill high! this hour to morrow,Nor toast nor jest shall be,But a few shall meet with sorrow,While the many plough the sea!As yet we are all together Give the toast; let it circle round;
CHORUSFull sails, and prosp\u27rous weatherAnd a health to the outward bound!Full sails, and prosp\u27rous weatherAnd a health to the outward bound! A health a health a health to the outward bound!A health a health a health to the outward bound!A health a health a health to the outward bound!
Let no adieu be spoken;To weep is a woman\u27s part Nor give me a farewell token!But a health from our inmost heart!And oft when the rough waves roll aroundAnd the wind blows keen and free,The health that we drank to the outward boundShall come back to their memory Old friends shall still seem near them In their ocean cradled sleep And the dreaming thought shall cheer them Far out on the stormy deep Then while the mid watch passes,Let the glad toast circle round
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