THE jolly, jolly day is passed in wine away;The jolly, jolly day is passed in wine away,And still at evening I am drinking,And with old chums at night,Where champagne sparkles bright,I still am drinking, the glasses clinkingAnd with old chums at night,Where champagne sparkles bright,I still am drinking, the glasses clinking.
Last night, when with my love,My sacred truth to prove;Last night, when with my love,My sacred truth to prove,I said, for her I'd stop this drinking;And with old friends at night,Where champagne sparkles bright,No more be drinking, the glasses clinking;And with old friends at night,Where champagne sparkles bright,No more be drinking, the glasses clinking.
Alas! how vain and weakAre all the vows we make;Alas! how vain and weakAre all the vows we make.For, though I promised, I am drinking;And with the club once moreI mingle, as of yore,And still am drinking, the glasses clinking;And with the club once moreI mingle, as of yore,And still am drinking, the glasses clinking.
But when this night is gone,I'll seek my love alone;But when this night is gone,I'll seek my love alone,And swear to her I'll stop this drinking.I know she will forgive,And bid her lover live,When I cease drinking, the glasses clinking;I know she will forgive,And bid her lover live,When I cease drinking, the glasses clinking.
