Full Lyrics
Hark, hast thou yet another cask?
This green and shady level,
Her let us have it, here is all we ask,
We'll hold a famous revel,
The best of drink, as all divine,
Is that which men describe as wine,
Both here, and there,
In ev'ry land and language.
Come, all who toil by land or sea,
In field, or wood, or mountain,
Come, weary travellers, come, halt by me,
Here flows a sparkling fountain.
It flows with that, ye may divine,
With that which men describe as wine,
Both here, and there,
In ev'ry land and language.
Come hither, also, maiden bright,
To crown our merry meeting,
It fills the heart with joy and light
To have thy rosy greeting.
A maiden's eye, companions mine,
Surpasses far the richest wine,
Both here, and there,
In ev'ry land and language.
