Drink water like the cattle free,
And think it is Crambambuli.
Crambambuli, it still shall cheer me,
When every other joy is past,
When o'er the glass Friend Death draws near me,
And mars my pleasure at the last.
I'll drink with him in companié
The last glass of Crambambulli.
Then who 'gainst us, Crambambulisten,
His spiteful mouth with envy screws,