| lyric | When in the wineshades,
What cannot be beaten?
Hobnobbing,
Bumperdrinking cannot be beaten.
Comrades, come - I know the bin -
Yours am I thro' thick and thin!
Whoi today still holds the glass
On the morn may bite the grass.
Thus, when in the wineshades
Bumpers can't be beaten.
Clink glasses,
No heeltaps! -
Join me in a bumper! |