Let's change the subject, that's enough singing of love. 
It's empty noise, let's sing of the pruning-knife. 
All wine-growers make use of it;
they need it for cutting their vines. 
Oh tiny knife, oh cute little cutter,
with your help they trim and train the young plants
which produce good wines every year. 

The god Vulcan, the blacksmith of Olympus,
wrought in heaven that good keen blade
out of fine steel soaked in good old wine
to make it sharper and more valiant. 
Bacchus praised it, declaring it a fit
and ideal tool for good father Noah
to use in the vine-pruning season. 

At that time Bacchus wore a vine-leaf hat
and used to come to bless the vines. 
Bearing flagons Silenus followed -
he used to drink standing straight as a die,
and then stagger about and bump his head. 
He had a nose as red as a cherry
and many folk are his descendants.