"Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure
A massing treasure why scrape and save?
Why look so canny at every penny?
You'll take no money within the grave
Landlords and gentry with all their plenty
Must still go empty where e'er they're bound
So to my thinking we'd best be drinking
Our glasses clinking and round and round...
So, lads and lasses, because life passes
Come fill your glasses for another round."