The praise of Bacchus then the swet musician sung,
Of bacchus ever fair and ever fair and ever young.
The jolly god in triumph comes:
Sound the trumpets, beat the drums!
Flushed with a purple grace,
He shows his honest face:
Now give the hautboys brreath! he comes, he comes!
Bacchus' blessing are a treasure;
Drinking is the soldier's pleasure;
Rich the treasures,
Sweet the pleasure,
Sweet is pleasure after pain.