When we are in the shop
We don't care what the ground is,
But we hurry to the game,
For whom we always sweat.
What is going on in the shop
Where the cash is the waiter,
This is the need to complain,
If I speak something, be heard.
Some play, some drink,
Some live indiscreetly. Some of these are naked
Some are clothed there,
Some are clothed in sackcloth.
There no one fears death
But for Bacchus they cast lots:
Dort ein wahres Heidenleben.
Wo des Spieles wird gepflogen
Sieht sich mancher ausgezogen.
Klopft ein anderer stolz die Tasche,
Liegt der Dritt in Sack und Asche.
Wer wird um den Tod sich scheren?
Losung ist: Zu Bacchus Ehren!

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