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Push the bottle around, tom.
I wish, now and then, I had married, Tom,
For mine is a lonely life,
But he who for time has tarried, Tom,
May whistle, we know, for a wife.
Oh ho! for the hours of youth, Tom,
The bloom of the earlier day,
Could we have it all over in truth, Tom,
We'd manage it some other way.
For mine is a lonely life,
But he who for time has tarried, Tom,
May whistle, we know, for a wife.
Oh ho! for the hours of youth, Tom,
The bloom of the earlier day,
Could we have it all over in truth, Tom,
We'd manage it some other way.
But push the bright bottle around, Tom,
And fill up your glass to the brim,
And when Care in its nectar is drowned, Tom,
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!
And fill up your glass to the brim,
And when Care in its nectar is drowned, Tom,
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!
