Pantagruel hungers, Pantagruel thirsts,
Pantagruel falls to his knees.
He flings down the body of Old King Cole
As a man throws off disease.
And rolls his burden away and cries:
"Take and watch, if you will.
But as for me I go to France
My bottle to refill."
"And as for me I go to France
To fill this bottle up."
He felt at his side for the holy bottle,
And found it turned a cup.
And the stranger said: Behold our friend
Has brought my cup to me.
That is the cup whereof I drank
In the garden Gethsemane.
Pantagruel hands the cup to Jesus
Who dips it in sea brine.
This is the water, says Jesus of Nazareth,
Whereof I make your wine.