So come, my comrade, fill the bowl.
The other burgher then filled the goblet with wine from the jug he carried, and whilst his companion drank it out, pronounced:
A cask full stands before your door,
The best of Stuttgardt's wine in store;
And force of body, strength of soul,
Lie deep within the brimful bowl:
Then drain the cup and find them there,
So Stuttgard has obtained her prayer.
Having finished his draught, and replenished the goblet, he repeated the following lines:
Be this your toast when you carouse,