Z 245 Let us drink [Italian translation]

Come, let us drink

Tis in vain to think

Like fools on grief or sadness

Let our money fly

And our sorrows die,

All worldly care is madness.

But wine and good cheer

Will in spite of our fear

Inspire our hearts with mirth, boys:

The time we live

To wine let us give,

Since all must turn to earth, boys.

Hand about the bowl,

The delight of my soul,

And to my hand commend it:

A fig for chink!

Twas made to buy drink

And before we go hence we’ll spend it.

• Artist:Henry Purcell
• Album:The Art of the Bawdy Song