Song—in the Saloon

Alas! when once the book of life Draws towards the last page, What folly then to take a wife! Our days are on the close; And, as at one door comes in age, Love out at t'other goes. Is it not truth, That youth loves youth, Just as the zephyr loves the rose.

This law I own's severe, though just; But let us since submit we must, Submit with a good grace; Laughing at Love with all his train, And as reason takes its reign, The table and the chase, The jovial song, the sparkling wine, And a true friend, that gift divine! Shall well supply the place.