When we are in the shop
we don't care what the ground is,
but we hurry to the game,
to which we always sweat.
What is going on in the shop
where the waiter has money,
this is the work to be complained about,
if I say anything, it should be heard.
Some play, some drink,
Some live indiscriminately.
But those who tarry in the game,
some of these are naked,
some are clothed there,
some are clothed in sackcloth.
There no one fears death
but they cast lots for Bacchus:
First for coins of wine,
from this the libertines drink;
They shall drink once for the captives,
After this they shall drink three times for the living,
Four times for all Christians
Five times for the faithful deceased,
Six times for the vain sisters,
seven times for the soldiers of the forest.
Eight times for perverted brothers,
Nonies for scattered monks,
A million for sailors,
Eleven for discordant,
Twelve thousand for penitents,
Thirteen for travelers. Both for the pope and for the king, all will drink without law.
The witch drinks, the heir drinks,
The soldier drinks, the clergy drinks,
He drinks, she drinks,
Servants drink with the maid,
The quick drinks, the lazy drinks,
br/>He drinks white, he drinks black,
He drinks steady, he drinks loose,
He drinks raw, he drinks big.
The poor and the sick will drink,
The exile and the unknown will drink,
The boy will drink, the old man will drink,
The prince and the dean will drink,
The sister will drink, the brother will drink,
the old woman drinks, the mother drinks,
she drinks, he drinks,
a hundred drink, a thousand drink.
They last for a little sixty hundred coins
when they all drink immoderately
to no end.
Even though they drink in their hearts,
So all the nations bite us
And so we shall be needy.
Let those who gnaw us be confounded
And not be written with the righteous.