How Stands The Glass Around? Songtext
von Jackson Street Polecats

How stands the glass around?
For shame ye take no care, my boys.
How stands the glass around?
Let mirth and wine abound.

The trumpets sound,
The colors flying up, my boys,
So fight, kill, or wound,
Content with our hard fare,
My boys, on the cold, cold ground.

Why, soldiers, why,
Should we be melancholy, boys?
Why, soldiers, why,
Whose business is to die?


What, sighing? Fie!
Drink on, drown fear, be jolly, boys.
′Tis he, you, or I,
Cold, hot, wet, or dry.
We're always bound to follow, boys,
And scorn to fly.

′Tis but vain,
I mean not to upbraid you, boys,
'Tis but vain
For soldiers to complain.

Should next campaign
Send us to him that made you, boys,
We're free from pain.
Should we remain,
A bottle and kind landlady cures
All again.