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.