How Stands the Glass Around? - Wilderun

How stands the glass around?

For shame you take no care, my boys

How stands the glass around?

Let wine and mirth abound

The trumpet sounds

The colors they do fly, my boys

To fight, kill or wound

As you would be found

Connected with hard fare, my boys

On the cold ground

Why, soldiers, why?

Must we be melancholy boys

Why, soldiers, why?

Whose business is to die

What sighing?

Fye!

Drink on.

drown fear, be jolly, boys

Tis he, you or I

Wet, hot, cold or dry

We’re always bound to follow, boys

And scorn to fly

Tis but vain

I mean not to upbraid you boys

Tis but vain

For a soldier to complain

Should next campaign

Send us to him that made us boys

We’re free from pain

But should we remain

A bottle and kind landlady

Cures all again