Fill the cup, the bowl, the glass,
With wine and spirits high,
And we will drink, while round they pass,
To - Vice and Misery!

Push quickly round the draught again
And drink the goblet low:
And drink in revelry's swelling strain,
To - Reason's overthrow.

Push round, push round, in quickest time,
The lowest drop be spent,
In one loud round, to - Guilt and Crime
And Crime's just punishment!

Fill fill again! - fill to the brim;
To - Loss of honest fame!
Quaff - deeper quaff - while now we drink
Our Wives' and Children's shame!

Push round, and round, with loudest cheers
Of mirth and revelry-
We drink to - Woman's sighs and tears,
And - Children's poverty.

Once more! while power shall yet remain,
E'en with its latest breath,
Drink! - To Ourselves Disease and Pain,
And Infamy and Death!