Full Lyrics
As the moments roll,
Let new joys inspire;
Hebe, fill the bowl,
Orpheus, tune the lyre.
Let each cheerful heart
Join the festive strain;
Thus, before we part,
We'll be young again.
Cares and anxieties we now resign,
Or drown them in a mighty bowl of wine;
When dead, Deucalion may, if he thinks good,
Drench our cold carcase in a wat'ry flood.
As the moments roll…
