How happy is the man

 

Verse 1

How happy is the man that is free from all care,
That loves to make merry, o'er a pot of strong beer;
With his pipe and his friend passing hours away,
Singing song after song, till he hail the new day.

Verse 2

How happy this isle that is doubly blest,
With meat that's delightful and drink of the best!
We live free from control, and are blest with great store,
For we have what we want: what can mortals have more?

Verse 3

Our soldiers are bold, they fear not the foe,
Our sailors are valiant, which our enemies know;
They are feared in each clime, they're the dread of each shore,
When the trumpet shall sound and the loud cannons roar.

Verse 4

But, since we enjoy such blessings divine,
We'll throw off discord, and to mirth we'll incline;
We'll drink and we'll sing, passing hours away,
And sing son after song, till we hail the new day.