Oh sweet were the hours, when in mirth's
I led up the revds with dance and with song;
When brisk from the fountain, and bright
as the day,
my spirits o'erflow'd, and ran sparkling
Wine! Come bring me wine to cheer me,
Friend of my heart! Come pledge me high!
Wine! Till the dreams of youth again are
Why must they leave me, tell me, why?
Retourn, ye sweet hours! Once again let me
Your airly light forms of enchantment and
Come, give an old friend, while he crowns
his gay glass,
A nod as you part and a smile as you
Wine! Come bring me wine...
I cannot forget you, I would not resign
There's health in my pulse, and a spdl in my
And sunshine in autumn, tho' passing too
Is sweeter and dearer than sunshine in June.
Wine! Come brin* me wine...
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