COME! fill a fresh bumper, for why should we go
While the nectar ( logwood ) still reddens our cups as they flow?
Pour out the rich juices ( decoction ) still bright with the sun,
Till o'er the brimmed crystal the rubies ( dye-stuff ) shall run.
The purple-globed clusters ( half-ripened apples ) their life-dews have bled;
How sweet is the breath ( taste ) of the fragrance they shed! ( sugar of lead )
For summer's last roses ( rank poisons ) lie hid in the wines ( wines!!! )
That were garnered by maidens who laughed through the vines ( stable-boys smoking long-nines )
Then a smile ( scowl ) and a glass ( howl ) and a toast ( scoff ) and a cheer
( sneer );
For all the good wine, and we‘ ve some of it here! ( strychnine and whiskey, and ratsbane and beer! )
In cellar, in pantry, in attic, in hall,
Long live the gay servant that laughs for us all! ( Down, down with the tyrant that masters us all! )