Poem by Emily Pauline Johnson

A Toast

    There's wine in the cup, Vancouver,
        And there's warmth in my heart for you,
    While I drink to your health, your youth, and your wealth,
        And the things that you yet will do.
    In a vintage rare and olden,
        With a flavour fine and keen,
    Fill the glass to the edge, while I stand up to pledge
        My faith to my western queen.

    Then here's a Ho! Vancouver, in wine of the bonniest hue,
        With a hand on my hip and the cup at my lip,
    And a love in my life for you.
        For you are a jolly good fellow, with a great, big heart, I know;
    So I drink this toast
    To the "Queen of the Coast."
        Vancouver, here's a Ho!

    And here's to the days that are coming,
        And here's to the days that are gone,
    And here's to your gold and your spirit bold,
        And your luck that has held its own;
    And here's to your hands so sturdy,
        And here's to your hearts so true,
    And here's to the speed of the day decreed
        That brings me again to you.

    Then here's a Ho! Vancouver, in wine of the bonniest hue,
        With a hand on my hip and the cup at my lip,
    And a love in my life for you.
        For you are a jolly good fellow, with a great, big heart, I know;
    So I drink this toast
    To the "Queen of the Coast."
        Vancouver, here's a Ho!

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