Of joys that never will!
My song shall be of days gone by:
So, boys, a bumper fill
To the good old times! oh, the good old times!
Their like we ne'er shall see:
The world was full of honest hearts,
And life went merrily.
In the days of youth, when all was flowers,
And ev'ry month was May,
And my spirits were light as the thistle down