by George Cooper (1840 - 1927)

When the bowl goes round
Language: English 
In the bosom dwells no sigh, 
While the goblet's brimming high 
All the world is filled with treasure 
While the bowl goes round. 
Darkling sorrows take their flight 
In the wine's rich ruby light, 
And the hours are winged with pleasures 
While the bowl goes round. 

Chorus: 
While the bowl goes round,
While the bowl goes round,
We'll all be jolly fellows,
While the bowl goes round, 
We'll all be jolly fellows,
While the bowl goes round. 

Sweeter far the fair one smiles, 
Dearer all her pleasing wiles 
And the many joys she brings us 
While the bowl goes round, 
Gleefully the wine we sip 
With her name upon each lip, 
And no blighting sadness stings us 
While the bowl goes round. 

Who would shun the social board, 
Fly the place where mirth is stored 
And the jocund song is ringing 
While the bowl goes round, 
Here we join the merry band 
Here we grasp the friendly hand, 
Golden pleasures ever bringing 
While the bowl goes round.

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Researcher for this text: Laura Prichard [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
Line count: 31
Word count: 167