We leave to those, who wish, to think!
Can't ye stand, while the world rolls round?
Then, merry blades, sprawl on the ground!
And drink on, brave boys, until day!
iii.
Who joins not in our jovial bout,
Drink, meat, and fire, should do without;
Soon let this stout magnum be quaffed,
He says nay, shall surely be laughed.
Then only, brave boys, it will be day!