The man o' the moon, here's to him!

Brave man o' the moon, we hail thee,
The true heart ne'er shall fail thee;
For the day that's gone
And the day that's our own -
Brave man o' the moon, we hail thee.

We have seen the bear bestride thee,
And the clouds of winter hide thee,
But the moon is changed
And here we are ranged, -
Brave man o' the moon, we bide thee.

The man o' the moon for ever!
The man o' the moon for ever!
We'll drink to him still
In a merry cup of ale, -
Here's the man o' the moon for ever!

We have grieved the land should shun thee,
And have never ceased to mourn thee,
But for all our grief
There was no relief, -
Now, man o' the moon, return thee.

There's Orion with his golden belt,
And Mars, that burning mover,
But of all the lights
That rule the nights,