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.
Text Authorship:
- by George Cooper (1840 - 1927) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "When the bowl goes round", published 1863. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
Line count: 31
Word count: 167