The Tired Soldier/Midnight Bowl
MIDNIGHT BOWL.
Care, thou cancer of our joys,Now the tyrant's reign is o'er;Fill the merry bowl, my boys,Join in Bacchanalian roar.
O'er the merry midnight bowl,O how happy we will be!Day was made for vulgar souls,Night, my boys, for you and me.
Seize the villain, plunge him in;See the hated miscreant dies;Mirth will all thy train come in,Banish sorrow, tears, and sighs.