There goes a drinking-law our table all around.
Ten quarts and yet one-a
Ye knew well what I think on-a.
Ten measures and ten mo,
Fidibum! let one now go, let one now go, let one now go!
Or,
Three time three are nine-a,
Ye know well what I opine-a.
There goes a drinking-law our table all around!
When all have sung round till it comes to one who can find no more song to sing, the Chore then sings--
Our brother, N. N.
To pitch, to pitch, is turned again.
Draw thou white-horse good,
Up to the knees in mud, etc.
The student has, again, other songs for festive celebrations and for fun, as for the initiation of the Foxes, by the Fox-ride; for the Commers; for the departure from the university; nor is he at all wanting in songs proper for a serenade to his beloved. Love, Wine, Fatherland, Friendship, of them the poets of a former age have sung, and of them sing the poets of our own. These the songs of the student celebrate, and the son of the Muses does not forget to enjoy his wine while he sings of it, well knowing how very often the other things exist rather in idea than in actuality.