Bring The Bowl Which You Boast, Fill It Up To The Brim; 'Tis To Him We Love Most, And To All Who Love Him. Brave Gallants, Stand Up, And Avaunt Ye, Base Carles! Were There Death In The Cup, Here'S A Health To King Charles. Though He Wanders Through Dangers, Unaided, Unknown, Dependent On Strangers, Estranged From His Own; Though 'Tis Under Our Breath, Amidst Forfeits And Perils, Here'S To Honor And Faith, And A Health To King Charles! Let Such Honors Abound As The Time Can Afford, The Knee On The Ground, And The Hand On The Sword; But The Time Shall Come Round When, 'Mid Lords, Dukes, And Earls, The Loud Trumpet Shall Sound, Here'S A Health To King Charles!