And above e'en song divine
Have their babblings rated;
To account we've even called us
For the moments that enthralled us
With enjoyment freighted.
If thou'lt absolution grant
To thy true ones ever,
We, to execute thy will,
Ceaseless will endeavour,
From half-measures strive to wean us,
Wholly, fairly, well demean us,
Resting, flagging never.
At all blockheads we'll at once
Let our laugh ring clearly,
And the pearly-foaming wine
Never sip at merely.
Ne'er with eye alone give kisses.
But with boldness suck in blisses
From those lips loved dearly.
ERGO BIBAMUS!
For a praiseworthy object we're now gathered here,
So, brethren, sing: Ergo bibamus!
Tho' talk may be hushed, 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 stirred,
And an echo the festal hall filling is heard,
A glorious Ergo bibamus!
I saw mine own love in her beauty so rare,
