The Tossers - Preab San Ol Lyrics
Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasureA massing treasure why scrape and save?Why look so canny at ev'ry penny?You'll take no money within the graveLandlords and gentry with all their plentyMust still go empty where e'er they're boundSo to my thinking we'd best be drinkingOur glasses clinking and round and roundKing Solomon's glory, so famed in storyWas far outshone by the lillies guiseBut hard winds harden both field and gardenPleading for pardon, the lily diesLife's but a bauble of toil and troubleThe feathered arrow, once shot ne'er foundSo, lads and lasses, because life passesCome fill your glasses for another round