In Taberna Quando Sumus

In the tavern when we are
We don’t care who’s on the ground
But we rush to the game
To which we always sweat
What happens in the tavern
Where money is the bartender
This is the job to be sought
If I speak, let it be heard

Some play, some drink
Some live recklessly
But in the game who lingers
From these some get stripped
Some get dressed there
Some are dressed in sacks
There no one fears death
But for Bacchus, they cast lots

First for the money of wine
From this, the libertines drink
Once they drink for the captives
After this, they drink three times for the living
Four times for all Christians
Five times for the faithful departed
Six times for vain sisters
Seven times for woodland soldiers

Eight times for perverse brothers
Nine times for scattered monks
Ten times for sailors
Eleven times for those in discord
Twelve times for the penitent
Thirteen times for those on a journey
For the pope as well as the king
They all drink without law

The lady drinks, the lord drinks
The soldier drinks, the cleric drinks
He drinks, she drinks
The servant drinks, with the maid
The swift drinks, the slow drinks
The white drinks, the black drinks
The steady drinks, the wandering drinks
The unrefined drinks, the magician drinks

The poor and the sick drink
The exile and the unknown drink
The boy drinks, the old man drinks
The bishop and the dean drink
The sister drinks, the brother drinks
The old woman drinks, the mother drinks
This one drinks, that one drinks
They drink a hundred, they drink a thousand

A little over six hundred coins
Last, when they drink excessively
They all drink without a limit
Even if they drink with a merry mind
Thus, all nations mock us
And thus we will be needy
Those who mock us be confounded
And with the righteous not be written

Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo
Yo