Jenny drinks nae water

Haydn, Joseph

Come to my lip, thou sparkling glass,

And let me drink to her I love;

Good claret, and a sprightly lass,

Beat all the gods can boast above.

Then let us drown in wine the day,

And put old frowning Care to flight;

At eve to Chloe's bosom stray,

And steal the gloom from sullen night.