Lyrics:

The time passes over
More cheerful and gay
Since we learned a new act
To drive sorrows away
Bright Phoebe awakes
So high up in the sky
With her red rosy cheeks
And her sparkling eye
Sparkling eye
Sparkling eye
With her red rosy cheeks
And her sparkling eye
If you ask for my credit
You'll find I have none
With my bottle and friend
You will find me at home
Find me at home
Find me at home
With my bottle and friend
You will find me at home
Although I'm not rich
And although I'm not poor
I'm as happy as those
That's got thousands or more
Thousands or more
Thousands or more
Thousands or more
Thousands or more
Thousands or more
I'm as happy as those
That's got thousands or more