My boat is on the shore,And my bark is on the sea;But, before I go, Tom Moore,Here's a double health to thee!Here's a sigh to those who love me,And a smile to those who hate;And, whatever sky's above me,Here's a heart for every fate.Though the ocean roar around me,Yet it still shall bear me on;Though a desert should surround me,It hath springs that may be won.Were't the last drop in the well,As I gasp'd upon the brink,Ere my fainting spirit fell,'Tis to thee that I would drink.With that water, as this wine,The libation I would pourShould be -peace with thine and mine,And a health to thee, Tom Moore!