Paroles
Care thou canker of our joys,
Now thy tyrant reigh is o'er !
Fill the merry bowl, my boys !
Join the bacchanalian roar !
Seize the villain, plunge him in !
Seen the hated miscreant dies !
Mirth, and all thy train, come in !
Banish sorrow, tears and sighs !
O'er the merry midnight bowl,
Oh, how happy shall we be !
Day was made for vulgar souls ;
Night, my boys, for you and me !
