Classic Poem

If thy bosom undaunted ne'er quailed before danger,
Or feared to stand forth for the right,
If thy doors were ne'er shut on the poor and the stranger,
Thy heart never false to its plight,
To thee we will drink, as a king among men
Wassail, O wassail! a health to thee then!

If Honour can dazzle, or Freedom inspire thee
To fight in her cause ere she sink,
If the wrongs of thy kind or thy country can fire thee,
A bumper to thee we will drink.
Though humble and poor, thou art king among men,
Wassail, O wassail! a health to thee then!