Cheer up, dear brothers
Let your work rest altogether
And drink a glass of sparkling wine
And drink a glass of sparkling wine
For our craft it is corrupted (1)
Our last drinking brothers all died
None are alive but me and you
None are alive but me and you
Drink ye health, dear brethren
As ye travel up and down (the country)
This shall be your joy
This shall be your joy
And if one only wants to put things right
The master bids us leave already
Making our lives sour
Making our lives sour
For our craft it is corrupted
Our last drinking brothers all died
None are alive but me and you
None are alive but me and you
Then we shall sit in a brave little ship
And delight our young hearts
We shall take a trip to sea
We shall take a trip to sea
Then we shall yet dare it again
Then we shall journey to Copenhagen
Towards the danish royal seat
Towards the danish royal seat
For our craft it is corrupted
Our last drinking brothers all died
None are alive but me and you
None are alive but me and you
In Lübeck, I started it all
And Hamburg has always been my desire
Bremen I'd like to see again sometime
Bremen I'd like to see again sometime
Frankfurt am Main, I have often seen
The innkeeper's sister she must admit (2)
The last penny must be spent on booze
The last penny must be spent on booze
For our craft it is corrupted
Our last drinking brothers all died
None are alive but me and you
None are alive but me and you
Then we'll see Braunschweig, Hannover, Minden
From thence we shall disappear towards the Rhine
Well towards the holy city of Cologne
Well towards the holy city of Cologne
For who has seen all (these cities)
May well travel back home
And take himself a young wife
And take himself a young wife
For our craft it is corrupted
Our last drinking brothers all died
None are alive but me and you
None are alive but me and you