1. How stands the glass around? For shame ye take no care, my boys! How stands the glass around? Let mirth and wine abound. The trumpets sound, the colours they are flying boys To fight, kill or wound. May we still be found, Content with our hard fare, my boys, On the cold, cold ground. 2. Why, soldiers, why, Should we be melancholy, boys? Why, soldiers, why? Whose business is to die! What sighing? Fie! Damn fear, drink on, be jolly, boys. 'Tis he, you or I. Cold, hot, wet or dry, We're always bound to follow, boys, And scorn to fly. 3. 'Tis but in vain, (I mean not to upbraid you, boys), 'Tis but in vain For soldiers to complain. Should next campaign Send us to Him who made us, boys, We're free from pain. But should we remain, A bottle and kind landlady Cures all again.