Put round the bright wine

Put round the bright wine,

for my bosom is gay,

the night may have sunshine

as well as the day.

Oh welcome the hours!

when dear visions arise

to melt my kind spirit,

and charm my fond eyes.

When wine to my head

can its wisdom impart,

and love has its promise

to make to my heart;

when dim in far shade

sink the spectres of care,

and I tread a bright world

with a footstep of air.

Yes, mirth is my goddess,

come round me, ye few,

who have wit for her worship,

I doat upon you:

delighted with life,

like a swallow on wing,

I catch ev'ry pleasure

the current may bring:

the feast and the frolic,

the masque and the ball,

dear scenes of enchantment!

I come at your call;

let me meet the bay beings

of beauty and song,

and let Erin's good humour

be found in the throng.

If life be a dream,

'tis a pleasant one sure,

and the dream of tonight

we at least may secure.

If life be a bubble,

tho' better I deem,

let us light up its colours

by gaiety's beam.

Away with cold vapours,

I pity the mind

that nothing but dullness

and darkness can find:

give me the kind spirit

that laughs on its way,

and turns thorns into roses,

and winters to May.