Full of the milk of earth our mother.
Women.
Wine, like thee, is my heart-gladdener.
Solo.
Thro’ the vine leaves peeped St. Dionysius,
Who laughed when he heard the sound of our kisses:
“These are not mad with wine,”
So cried St. Dionysius;
“Not with wine are they mad, but with love and kisses.”
Women.