In Taberna - Stille Volk

In taberna quando sumus

Non curamus quid sit humus

Sed ad ludum properamus

Cui semper insudamus:

Quid agatur in taberna

Ubi nummus est pincerna

Hoc est opus us queratur

Si quid loguor, audiatur

Quidam ludunt, quidam bibunt

Quidam indiscrete vivunt

Sed in ludo qui morantur

Ex his quidam denudantur

Quidam ibi vestiuntur

Quidam saccis induuntur

Ibi nullus timet mortem

Sed pro Baccho mittunt sortem

Primo pro nummata vini

Ex hac bibunt libertini;

Semel bibunt pro captivis

Post hec bibunt ter pro vivis

Quater ro christianis cunctis

Quinquies pro fidelibus defunctis

Sexies pro sororibus vanis

Septies pro militibus silvanis

Octies pro fatribus perversis

Nonies pro monachis dispersis

Decies pro navigantibus

Undecies pro discordantibus

Duodecies pro penitentibus

Tradecies pro iter agentibus

Tam pro papa quam pro rege

Bibunt omnes sine lege

Bibit hera, bibit herus

Bibit miles, bibit clerus

Bibit ill, bibit illa

Bibit servus cum ancilla

Bibit velox, bibit piger

Bibit albus, bibit niger

Bibit constans, bibit vagus

Bibit rudis, bibit magus

Bibit pauper et egrotus

Bit exul et ignotus

Bibit puer, bibit canus

Bibit presul et decanus

Bibit soror, bibit frater

Bibit anus, bibit mater

Bibit ista, bibit ille

Bibunt centum, bibunt, mille!

Parum sexcente nummate

Durant, cum immoderate

Bibunt omnes sine meta

Quamvis bibant mente leta

Sic nos rodunt omnes gentes

Et sic erimus egentes

Qui nos rodunt confundantur

Et cum iustis non scribantur!

When we are in the shop

We don't care what the ground is

But let's get to the game

To whom we always swear:

What is going on in the shop?

Where the cash is the waiter

This is the work we are complaining about

If I speak, let it be heard

Some play, some drink

Some live indiscriminately

But they stay in the game

Some of them are naked

Some are dressed there

Some are dressed in sacks

There no one fears death

But instead of Bacchus they cast lots

First, for wine coins

From this the libertines will drink;

They will drink once for the captives

After this they shall drink three times for the living

Four times for all Christians

Five times for the faithful deceased

Six times for the vain sisters

Seven times for the soldiers of the forest

Eight times for the wrong brothers

Nonies for the scattered monks

Millions for sailors

Eleven thousand for those who disagree

Twelve times for penitents

You will trade for travel agents

Both for the pope and for the king

All will drink without law

The old man drinks, the old man drinks

The soldier drinks, the clergy drinks

Ill drinks, she drinks

The servant drinks with the maid

He drinks fast, he drinks lazy

He drinks white, he drinks black

He drinks constantly, he drinks wildly

He drinks raw, the magician drinks

The poor man drinks and is sick

A bit exiled and unknown

A child drinks, an old man drinks

The prince and the dean drink

The sister drinks, the brother drinks

The old man drinks, the mother drinks

She drinks, he drinks

They will drink a hundred, they will drink a thousand!

A little six hundred coins

Durant, when immoderate

They will all drink to no end

Although they were drinking in their minds

Thus all nations gnaw at us

And so we will be in need

Let those who bite us be confounded

And they are not just written!