There's nane that's blest of human kind,
 But the cheerful and the gay, man,
 Fal, la, la, &c.

 Here's a bottle and an honest friend!
     What wad ye wish for mair, man?
 Wha kens, before his life may end,
     What his share may be o' care, man?

 Стакан вина и честный друг.
 Чего ж еще нам, братцы?
 Пускай забота и недуг
 В грядущей тьме таятся.

 Then catch the moments as they fly,
     And use them as ye ought, man:
 Believe me, happiness is shy,
     And comes not aye when sought, man.

 Мы ловим радости в пути, -
 Пугливо наше счастье.
 Оно исчезнет - и найти
 Его не в нашей власти.