PUSH THE BOTTLE AROUND, TOM!
Push the bottle around, Tom,
Fill your goblet quite up to the brim,
And when Care in its nectar is drowned, Tom,
Sing a pæan for Time and for him!
Sing a pæan o'er Time as he dies, Tom,
Let's hurry him on with a glee,
For the faster the old fellow flies, Tom,
The better for you and for me.
Fill your goblet quite up to the brim,
And when Care in its nectar is drowned, Tom,
Sing a pæan for Time and for him!
Sing a pæan o'er Time as he dies, Tom,
Let's hurry him on with a glee,
For the faster the old fellow flies, Tom,
The better for you and for me.
'Tis a terrible thing to grow old, Tom,
'Tis a terrible thing to perceive
Old Time with his visage so cold, Tom,
Encroaching without asking leave.
'Tis a terrible thing to perceive
Old Time with his visage so cold, Tom,
Encroaching without asking leave.
