Preab San Ol Lyrics - The Tossers

Why spend your leisure bereft of pleasure 

A massing treasure why scrape and save? 

Why look so canny at ev'ry penny? 

You'll take no money within the grave 

Landlords and gentry with all their plenty 

Must still go empty where e'er they're bound 

So to my thinking we'd best be drinking 

Our glasses clinking and round and round 

King Solomon's glory, so famed in story 

Was far outshone by the lillies guise 

But hard winds harden both field and garden 

Pleading for pardon, the lily dies 

Life's but a bauble of toil and trouble 

The feathered arrow, once shot ne'er found 

So, lads and lasses, because life passes 

Come fill your glasses for another round