How Stands The Glass Around

Lyrics: Ben Walker Music: Ben Walker How stands the glass around For shame, you take no care, my boys How stands the glass around Let mirth and wine abound The trumpets sound The colours they are flying , boys To fight, kill or wound May we still be found Content with our hard fare, my boys On the cold, cold ground

Why, soldiers, why Should we be melancholy, boys Why, soldiers, why Whose business ’tis to die What sighing? Fye! Drown fear, drink on, be jolly boys ’Tis he, you and I Cold, hot, wet, or dry We’re always bound to follow, boys And scorn to fly

’Tis but in vain I mean not to upbraid you, boys ’Tis but in vain For soldiers to complain Should next campaign Send us to Him who made us, boys We’re free from pain But should we remain A bottle and kind landlady Cures all again