Oh sweet were the hours, when in mirth's 

frolic throng 

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 

away! 

Wine! Come bring me wine to cheer me, 

Friend of my heart! Come pledge me high! 

Wine! Till the dreams of youth again are 

near me, 

Why must they leave me, tell me, why? 

Retourn, ye sweet hours! Once again let me 

see 

Your airly light forms of enchantment and 

glee- 

Come, give an old friend, while he crowns 

his gay glass, 

A nod as you part and a smile as you 

pass. 

Wine! Come bring me wine... 

I cannot forget you, I would not resign 

There's health in my pulse, and a spdl in my 

wine* 

And sunshine in autumn, tho' passing too 

soon 

Is sweeter and dearer than sunshine in June. 

Wine! Come brin* me wine...