Wine, wine in the morning

Wine, wine in the morning Makes us frolic and gay, That like eagles we soar In the pride of the day; Gouty sots of the night Only find a decay.

'Tis the sun ripes the grape, And to drinking gives light; We imitate him When by noon we're at height; They steal wine who take it When he's out of sight.

Boy fill all the glasses, Fill them up now he shines; The higher he rises The more he refines, For wine and wit fall As their maker declines.