Bacchus, god of rosy wine

Bacchus, god of rosy wine, Author of the juicy vine, At thy altar let me bend; Be my guardian and my friend.

When bright Sol retires to rest, Panting to fair Thetis' breast; Then begin thy happy rites, Which to mirth and joy invites.

Mirth and Momus then appear, Foes to dulness, foes to care; Then the sparkling bumpers flow, Sweetest pleasure mortals know.

Merry jest and cheerful song, Do the happy hours prolong; Frolic, fun, and wanton play, All is pleasure, all is gay.

Then the toast to beauty due, Jovial circles to the view; Ruby lips, and sparkling eyes, Ev'ry fancy then supplies.

Thus let all our moments pass, With a real friend and glass; Bacchus, 'tis to thee we pray, Aid us to be free and gay.