Come, let us drink
Tis in vain to think
Like fools on grief or sadness
Let our money fly
And our sorrows die,
All worldly care is madness.
But wine and good cheer
Will in spite of our fear
Inspire our hearts with mirth, boys:
The time we live
To wine let us give,
Since all must turn to earth, boys.
Hand about the bowl,
The delight of my soul,
And to my hand commend it:
A fig for chink!
Twas made to buy drink
And before we go hence we’ll spend it.