There`s nane that`s blest of human kind,
But the cheerful and the gay, man,
Fal, la, la, &c.
Here`s a bottle and an honest friend!
What wad ye wish for mair, man?
Wha kens, before his life may end,
What his share may be o` care, man?
Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me, happiness is shy,
And comes not aye when sought, man.