When we are in the tavern
we don't care about the soil,
but we rush to our gaming,
which always makes us sweat.
What goes on in the tavern,
where cash is the bartender,
one may well ask;
if I say anything, let it be heard.

Some play, some drink,
some live recklessly.
But of those who persist at the game,
some are stripped naked,
some there put on new clothes,
some are dressed in sacks.
There no one fears death,
but they cast lots before Bacchus.

First for pennyworths of wine:
after that, the libertines drink,
they drink once for the prisoners,
then they drink three times for the living,
four times for all Christians,
five times for the departed faithful,
six times for foolish sisters,
seven times for bandits in the wood.

Eight times for misguided brothers,
nine times for scattered monks,
ten times for those who sail,
eleven times for those who quarrel,
twelve times for those who repent,
thirteen times for those who travel.
For the pope as well as for the king
they all drink without restraint.

The mistress drinks, the master drinks,
the soldier drinks, the cleric drinks,
that man drinks, that woman drinks,
the slave drinks with the maidservant,
the lively man drinks, the lazy man drinks,
the white man drinks, the black man drinks,
the steady man drinks, the capricious man drinks,
the ignorant man drinks, the wise man drinks.

The poor man drinks, and the invalid,
The exile drinks, and the stranger,
the boy drinks, the graybeard drinks,
the bishop drinks, and the prior,
the sister drinks, the brother drinks, 
the old maid drinks, the mother drinks,
this woman drinks, that man drinks,
a hundred drink, a thousand drink.

Six hundred pennyworths do not last 
long enough, when immoderately 
everyone drinks without limit.
As much as they drink joyously,
all people slander us for this 
and so we will be destitute.
May those who slander us be confounded 
and may they not be listed among the just.

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