Our days of noise and strife are past,
We drink, we drink no more;
We're happy now, as kings at last,
We drink, &c.
Once guilt and shame enwrapp'd our frame,
And scorn and laughter met our name;
'T is pleasant now, 't is pleasant now,
We drink, &c.
No longer now we loathe our food,
We drink, &c.
Kind Nature's bounty does us good,
We drink, &c.
We now give up the drunkard's cup,
And sweetly breakfast, dine and sup,
We're hearty now, we're hearty now,
We drink, &c.
Our friends no longer do us harm,
We drink, &c.
Sweet Friendship's smile regains its charm,
We drink, &c.
Each friend and foe that used to throw,
Dark frowns where'er we used to go,
Are pleasant now, are pleasant now,
We drink, &c.
The wags no longer laugh and scoff,
We drink, &c.
Our filthy rags have fallen off,
We drink, &c.
The spindle plies,-the shuttle flies,
And forms a cloth that kings might prize,
For us to wear, for us to wear,
We drink, &c.
Our shattered huts have tumbled down,
We drink, &c.
They 've disappeared all over town,
We drink, &c.
The neat white cot, that we have got,
Of all this world the sweetest spot,
Is where we live-is where we live-
We drink, &c.