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 clinking And 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 weak Are all the vows we make; Alas! how vain and weak Are all the vows we make. For, though I promised, I am drinking; And with the club once more I mingle, as of yore, And still am drinking, the glasses clinking; And with the club once more I 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.
