And here’s to his health, here’s to his health
And here’s to his health in a song.

Chorus:
And here’s to his health, here’s to his health
And here’s to his health in a song.

This life is as cheerless as winter
To those who are cold in the heart,
but a man who is warm in his nature
Bids winter for ever depart
The ground that he treads on will blossom,
Till beauty around him shall throng;
God Bless such a man and a brother,
And here’s to his health in a song.

And here’s to his health; here’s to his health
And here’s to his health in a song.

Chorus

As clouds that in sunshine are open,
And silver’d by light passing through,
So men who are generous in spirit,
Are bless’d by the good deeds they do;
There’s nothing like helping another
For getting one’s own self along;
Who does this is truly a brother.
And here’s to his health in a song.
And here’s to his health; here’s to his health
And here’s to his health in a song.

Chorus

There’s something in other men’s sorrows
That strengthens a man who is true,
They melt him at first, and then mould him,
The manliest actions do.
There’s lots of both sorrow and trouble,
Our poor fellow-creatures among;
But God makes the blessings all double
To those who help others along.

All, standing, sing Chorus. Reprinted from "The Man who is Kind to Another" Field Flowers and City Chimes. London : Simpkin & Marshall, 1866. p. 170-72. Written by Bro. Richard Rome Bealey (1828-1887) a member of Operative Lodge, No. 47, Dundee, Scotland.