From Night till Morn I Take My Glass

From night till morn I take my glass
In hopes to forget my Chloe,
But as I take the pleasing draught,
She’s ne’ertheless before me.

CHORUS
Ah ! no, no, wine cannot cure,
The pain I endure for my Chloe.

To wine I flew, to ease my pain,
Her beauteous charms created,
But wine more firmly bound the chain,
And love would not be cheated.