Glee—in the Chelsea Pensioner

Sweetly, sweetly, let's enjoy The smiling moments made for love; And while we clasp the dimpled boy, The glass to you, to you shall move. And drinking, laughing, jesting neatly. The time shall pass on sweetly, sweetly. Love's arrows, dipp'd in rosy wine, To the charm'd heart like light'ning pass; And Mars feels transport more divine, When smiling Venus fills his glass.