Ever cheerful, ever gay.
Hither come and chase away,
Sorrow of dejected eye,
The plaintive tear, the struggling sigh,
Disease with sickly yellow spread,
And Pain that holds the hanging head;
And in their stead conduct along,
Fantastic Dance, and airy Song,
Wit, of taste correct and fine,
Frolic Mirth, that waits on wine,
Hope that fans the lover's fires,
Pleasing Follies, gay Desires,
For these are thine, a sprightly train,
Without thee lifeless, joyless, vain.