Ode to Drinking Songtext
von Tibetréa

Carried am I like a ship
Left without a sailor
Like a bird that through the air
Flies where tempests hale her
Chains and fetters hold me not
Naught avails a jailer
Still I find my fellows out
Toper, gamester, railer
Still I find my fellows out
Toper, gamester, railer


Down the broad road do I run
As the way of youth is
Snare myself in sin, and never
Think where faith and truth is
Eager far for pleasure more
Than soul′s health, the sooth is
For this flesh of mine I care
Seek not ruth where ruth is
For this flesh of mine I care
Seek not ruth where ruth is

Nature gives to every man
Gifts as she is willing
I compose my verses when
Good wine I am swilling
Wine the best for jolly guest
Jolly hosts are filling
From such wine rare fancies fine
Flow like dews distilling
From such wine rare fancies fine
Flow like dews distilling


In the public-house to die
Is my resolution
Let wine to my lips be nigh
At life's dissolution
That will make the angels cry
With glad elocution
"Grant this toper, God on high
Grace and absolution
Grant this toper, God on high
Grace and absolution"