The Rhine wine

Pour out the bright nectar,

To lay the grim spectre

That lurks in the depths underlying our mirth;

Forget for a minute

That life has aught in it,

Save all that is fair on the face of the earth.

Outstrip melancholy,

We'll catch flying folly,

And with her away to her kingdom take wing;

And gay songs and dances

Shall banish our fancies,

That life has a burden or love has a sting.

Our friends Care and Sorrow

May find us to-morrow;

To-night if they seek us we'll drown them in wine,

And all of our troubles

Shall die with the bubbles

That float on the foaming life-stream of the Rhine.