Obviously, the version posted above has been adapted/modernized/converted to standard English.

From The Melodist, and Mirthful Olio, Volume 1 by Charles Dibdin (London: H. Arliss, 1828), page 5:


HERE'S TO THE YEAR THAT'S AWA'
Sung by Mr. Braham.
Air.—Hurrah for the Bonnets of Blue.

Here's to the year that's awa,'
We'll pledge it in strong and in sma';
And to each bonnie lass that we fondly have lov'd
In the days of the year that's awa'.

Here's to the soldier who bled,
To the sailor who bravely did fa';
Their fame will remain, though their spirits are fled
On the wings of the year that's awa'.

Here's to the friend we can trust,
When storms of adversity blaw,
Who will soothe all our cares and be nearest our heart,
Nor depart like the year that's awa'.

Here's to the land of our birth;
To our Monarch, the pride of us a';
May he ever be bless'd, nor look back with regret
On the days o' the year that's awa'.