When the bowl goes round

In the bosom dwells no sigh,

While the goblet's brimming high

All the world is filled with treasure

While the bowl goes round.

Darkling sorrows take their flight

In the wine's rich ruby light,

And the hours are winged with pleasures

While the bowl goes round.

Chorus:

While the bowl goes round,

We'll all be jolly fellows,

While the bowl goes round,

We'll all be jolly fellows,

While the bowl goes round.

Sweeter far the fair one smiles,

Dearer all her pleasing wiles

And the many joys she brings us

While the bowl goes round,

Gleefully the wine we sip

With her name upon each lip,

And no blighting sadness stings us

While the bowl goes round.

Who would shun the social board,

Fly the place where mirth is stored

And the jocund song is ringing

While the bowl goes round,

Here we join the merry band

Here we grasp the friendly hand,

Golden pleasures ever bringing

While the bowl goes round.