Come and fill the cup to the brim
Of sweet vintage from Burgundy;
Pour some more and forgive me Jim
There’s no prohibition for me.
When still young I did eagerly drink
The delved vintage from Burgundy,
But now I am all done, I think,
For my reason came back to me.
Come and drink the Bible said so,
A sip of vintage cools the heart
And what if the others said no,
Drink to build airy castles — be smart!
Drain knowledge from the books my dear
To build air castles in the fold;
So many earthquakes pass each year
Thus naught but wisdom makes them hold.
Hold or not, we are born to die.
Why don’t you drink and merry be?
Fill the goblet and raise it high;
Here is a triple health to thee.
Nay, nay Burgundy’s nectared wine
Is no more what it was to me;
There’s now only one thing that I call fine;
That’s common sense and sobriety.
Truly thou art witty and wise,
And I like your sober tidings,
But ’tis the bowl that makes us rise
Above all other earthly things.
Hear, O hear, Pal! my sincere call ;
The wine takes you to the skies,
But sooner withal you will fall
Never again in your life to rise.