‘ WHEN FRIENDS ARE MET ’

When friends are met o'er merry cheer
And lovely eyes are laughing near,
And in the goblet's bosom clear
 The cares of day are drowned;
When puns are made and bumpers quaffed,
And wild Wit shoots his roving shaft,
And Mirth his jovial laugh has laughed,
 Then is our banquet crowned,
Ah! gay,
 Then is our banquet crowned.

When glees are sung and catches trolled,
And bashfulness grows bright and bold,
And beauty is no longer cold,
 And age no longer dull;
When chimes are brief and cocks do crow
To tell us it is time to go,
Yet how to part we do not know,
 Then is our feast at full,
Ah! gay,
 Then is our feast at full.