Come, Happy Children
1. Come, happy children, let us sing In praise of pure cold water,
That gushes forth from well and spring, To every son and daughter.
From river, lake, and mighty sea The clouds on high drink water; Then
Water! bright water! The crystal stream of water; 'Tis
shout aloud, in joyful strains, The praises of cold water.
nature's drink from hand divine; O, then give me cold water.
2. Let others sing in Bacchus' praise;
Its votaries shout with laughter;
The dearest treasure that I hail
Is a cup of sparkling water.
The mighty hills, the towering woods,
With flowers in beauty blending,
And happy birds with plumage fair,
All quaff the drops descending.
That gushes forth from well and spring, To every son and daughter.
From river, lake, and mighty sea The clouds on high drink water; Then
Water! bright water! The crystal stream of water; 'Tis
shout aloud, in joyful strains, The praises of cold water.
nature's drink from hand divine; O, then give me cold water.
2. Let others sing in Bacchus' praise;
Its votaries shout with laughter;
The dearest treasure that I hail
Is a cup of sparkling water.
The mighty hills, the towering woods,
With flowers in beauty blending,
And happy birds with plumage fair,
All quaff the drops descending.
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