1   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! 2   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. 3   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. 4   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. 5   With that water, as this wine,      The libation I would pour   Should be—peace with thine and mine,      And a health to thee, Tom Moore!