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!