Leader

Let no cares now hover o’er us

Let the wine unsparing run!
Wilt thou swell our merry chorus?

Hast thou all thy duty done?

Solo

Two young folks—the thing is curious—

Loved each other; yesterday
Both quite mild, to-day quite furious,

Next day, quite the deuce to pay!
If her neck she there was stooping,

He must here needs pull his hair.
I revived their spirits drooping,

And they’re now a happy pair.

CHORUS.

Surely we for wine may languish!

Let the bumper then go round!
For all sighs and groans of anguish

Thou to-day in joy hast drown’d.