Welcome be you, merry drunkards

Come along and drain your tumblers

Fifteen times they will be raised

So we start to count, apace.

 

One mug for the joy of being 

Two mugs for the cleric's reading 

Three mugs for the needy souls 

Who are always out of dough.

 

Farmers drink, and shepherds tattle

Bored to death by grain and cattle, 

Merchants, soldiers, whores alike

Let the liquor soak the night

 

Four mugs to the brewer's beer 

He's the reason we are here

Five mugs to our gracious Lord

We'll get hammered in concord

 

And the nobles join our drinking 

Thirsty from their lofty thinking

Workers, landlords, all the same

This night, there shall be no shame

 

Welcome be you, merry drunkards

Come along and drain your tumblers 

My, have you not had enough?

Let us start with the good stuff

 

One mug for the joy of being 

Two mugs for the cleric's reading 

Three mugs for the needy souls 

Who are always out of dough.

 

Farmers drink, and shepherds tattle

Bored to death by grain and cattle, 

Merchants, soldiers, whores alike

Let the liquor soak the night

 

Blow some chunks, it doesn't matter, 

We enjoy the booze and splatter

When we leave this place tonight

None shall be of sober mind

 

Yet this song draws near a close

Let us have a final toast

Here's to life and here’s to sousing

As we end our night’s carousing