Round the world goes, by day and night,
While with it also round go we;
And in the flight of one day's light
An image of all life's course we see.
Round, round, while thus we go round,
The best thing a man can do,
Is to make it, at least, a merry-go-round,
By — sending the wine round too.
Our first gay stage of life is when
Youth in its dawn salutes the eye —
Season of bliss! Oh, who would n't then
Wish to cry, “Stop!” to earth and sky?
But, round, round, both boy and girl
Are whisked thro’ that sky of blue;
And much would their hearts enjoy the whirl,
If — their heads did n't whirl round too.
Next, we enjoy our glorious noon,
Thinking all life a life of light;
But shadows come on,‘ tis evening soon,
And ere we can say, “How short!” —‘ tis night.
Round, round, still all goes round,
Even while I'm thus singing to you;
And the best way to make it a merry-go-round,
Is to — chorus my song round too.