[D]Why spend your leisure bereft of [G]pleasure
A massing [A]treasure why scrape and [D]save?
[D]Why look
so canny at ev'ry [G]penny?
You'll take no money[A] within the [D]grave
Landlords and [A]gentry with all
their [Em]plenty
Must still go [D]empty where e'er they're [A]bound
So to my [D]thinking we'd best be [G]drinking
Our
glasses [A]clinking and round and [D]round
[D]King Solomon's glory, so famed in [G]story
Was far out[A]shone by the lillies [D]guise
[D]But hard
winds harden both field and [G]garden
Pleading for [A]pardon, the lily [D]dies
Life's but a [A]bauble of toil
and [Em]trouble
The feathered [D]arrow, once shot ne'er [A]found
So, lads and [D]lasses, because life [G]passes
Come
fill your [A]glasses for another [D]round
[D]The huckster greedy, he blinds the [G]needy
Their strifes un[A]heeding, shouts "Money [D]down!"
[D]This
special vices, his fancy [G]prices
For a florin [A]value he'll charge a [D]crown
With hump for [A]tramel,
the scripture's [Em]chamel
Missed the [D]needle's eye and so came to [A]ground
Why pine for[D] riches, while
still you've [G]stitches
To hold your [A]britches up Another [D]round!
