It is the means of proof most vital,
When evil fortunes us molest.
In evening late, in morning free,
I drink my glass Crambambuli.
Have I into the inn ascended,
Most like some noble cavalier?
I leave the bread and roast untended,
And bid them bring the corkscrew here.
Then blows the coachman--trantanti--
Unto a glass Crambambuli.