O ye drunkard
Unto thy wine like a pig you swine
Shivering unto thy feet
Endless gibberish talk
To the right arm still lives a bottle
With beers you hosted along with others
An end to such you utter
Buy a statement you often renounce
Your thought you seek to quench
But it tails back to you with revenge
O ye drunkard
Rather resist so as not to be suffered
