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The Drinking Song
To the inn we're marching,
For our throats are parching.
Under fruit-trees arching,
In the month of May ...
Oh, there's no good fellow,
When he's feeling mellow,
To the beer so yellow
Will say: "Nay."
All in step we're swinging,
While we join in singing
With our voices ringing
In a merry rhyme.
There is joy abounding
In our song resounding
While our steins are pounding
All in time.
Landlord, fill each stein all around.
Let us raise our voices in song — and
Drink! Drink! Drink
To eyes that are bright as stars
When they're shining on me . . .
Drink! Drink! Drink
To lips that are red and sweet
As the fruit on the tree.
Here's a hope that those bright eyes will shine
Lovingly, longingly, soon into mine.
May those lips that are red and sweet
Tonight, with joy, my own lips meet.
Drink! Drink! Let the toast start . . .
May young hearts never part.
Drink! Drink! Drink,
Let every true lover salute his sweetheart.
Let's drink!
For now is the time —
Tomorrow never comes . . .
Here's a hope that those bright eyes will shine
Lovingly, longingly, soon into mine.
May those lips that are red and sweet
Tonight, with joy, my own lips meet.
Drink! Drink! Let the toast start . . .
May young hearts never part.
Drink! Drink! Drink,
Let every true lover salute his sweetheart.
Let's drink!
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