And the clear water flows,
The town shall not rise from its ashes again.
So, you come for your victim! I’m ready; but, pray,
Ere I go, some good fellow a full goblet bring.
Thanks, comrade! Now hear the last words I shall say
With the last drink I take. Here’s a health to the King,
Who reigns o’er a land
Where, against his command,
The rogues rule and ruin, and honest men swing.