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.