Why spend your leisure, bereft of pleasure, amassing treasure, why scrap and save Why look so canny at every penny, you'll take no money within the grave Landlords and gentry with all their plenty, must still go empty where ere they're found So to my thinking, we best be drinkin', our glasses clinkin' another round
King Solomon's glory so famed in story, was far outshone by the lilies guise But hard winds harden, both field and garden, pleadin for pardon the lily dies Life's but a bauble of toil and trouble, the feathered arrow once shot ne'er found So lads and lasses, because life passes, come fill your glasses another round
The huckster greedy, he blinds the needy with cries unheeded shouts money down His special vices, his fancy prices for a florin value, he'll charge a crown With hump for trammel the Scriptures camel missed the needle's eye and so came to ground Why pine for riches, when still you've stitches to hold your britches up another round
When life you're tasting and money wasting and worry hastens to bid you care What makes you easy, lazy and crazy, the world hazy beyond compare There's them that's with us, sour, religious, who quite prodigious would bid us hold Count every penny, do not spend any, by dry and canny and mind your gold
When sorrow binds you and salt tears blind you, hard drink will mind you and ease your grief Gay dissipation is the making, get down to taking some wet relief There's many head men and quite well fed men and quite well dead men in six by fur And before this Chorus is halfway o'er us, under the clover there's plenty moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
