And there was no scarcity.

Chorus.

Surely we for wine may languish!

Let the bumper then go round! 
For all sighs and groans of anguish

Thou to-day in joy hast drown’d.

Leader.

Each should thus make proclamation

Of what he did well to-day! 
That’s the match whose conflagration

Should inflame our tuneful lay. 
Let it be our precept ever

To admit no waverer here! 
For to act the good endeavour,

None but rascals meek appear.

Chorus.

Surely we for wine may languish!

Let the bumper then go round! 
For all sighs and groans of anguish

We have now in rapture drown’d.

Trio.

Let each merry minstrel enter,

He’s right welcome to our hall! 
’Tis but with the selfÄtormentor

That we are not liberal;

For we fear that his caprices,

That his eye-brows dark and sad,
That his grief that never ceases

Hide an empty heart, or bad.

Chorus.

No one now for wine shall languish!

Here no minstrel shall be found,
Who all sighs and groans of anguish,

Has not first in rapture drown’d!

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Ergo bibamus!

For a praiseworthy object we’re now gather’d here,

So, brethren, sing:  Ergo bibamus! 
Tho’ talk may be hush’d, yet the glasses ring clear,

Remember then:  Ergo bibamus! 
In truth ’tis an old, ’tis an excellent word,
With its sound so befitting each bosom is stirr’d,
And an echo the festal hall filling is heard,

    A glorious ergo bibamus!

I saw mine own love in her beauty so rare,

And bethought me of:  Ergo bibamus;
So I gently approach’d, and she let me stand there,

While I help’d myself, thinking:  Bibamus! 
And when she’s appeased, and will clasp you and kiss,
Or when those embraces and kisses ye miss,
Take refuge, till sound is some worthier bliss,

    In the comforting ergo bibamus!

I am call’d by my fate far away from each friend;

Ye loved ones, then:  Ergo bibamus! 
With wallet light-laden from hence I must wend.

So double our ergo bibamus! 
Whate’er to his treasures the niggard may add,
Yet regard for the joyous will ever be had,
For gladness lends over its charms to the glad,

    So, brethren, sing; ergo bibamus!

And what shall we say of to-day as it flies?

I thought but of:  Ergo bibamus
’Tis one of those truly that seldom arise,

So again and again sing:  Bibamus! 
For joy through a wide-open portal it guides,
Bright glitter the clouds, as the curtain divides,
An a form, a divine one, to greet us in glides,