Nunc vino pellite curas,
Cras ingens iterabimus aequor.
Now drive away your cares with wine
To-morrow on the sea we go.
To-night for us the tapers shine,
To-night the roses blow;
To-morrow shall our steps incline
Where the wild waters flow.
To-morrow! Let to-morrow be
Where all this world's to-morrows are