Here’s a Health unto His Majesty 1 Here’s a health unto his Majesty, With a fal lal la la la la la! Confusion to his enemies, With a fal lal la la la la la! And he that will not drink his health, I wish him neither wit nor wealth, Nor yet a rope to hang himself. With a fal lal la . . . . . . . 2 All Cavaliers will please combine, With a fal lal la la la la la! To drink this loyal toast of mine, With a fal lai la la la la la! If anyone should answer ‘No!’ I only wish that he may go With Roundhead rogues to Jericho. With a fal lal la . . . . . . . |
English Poetry - http://eng-poetry.ru/english/index.php. E-mail eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru |