The Mental Travellers

"To ladies' eyes a round boy,

We can't refuse, we can't refuse;

Though bright eyes so abound, boy,

'Tis hard to choose, 'tis hard to choose.

For thick as starts that lighten

Yon airy bowers, yon airy bowers,

The countless eyes that brighten

This earth of ours, this earth of ours.

But fill the cup- where'er, boy,

Our choice may fall, our choice may fall,

We're sure to find Love there, boy,

So drink them all! so drink them all!" - Thomas Moore