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In dulce jubilo—

Drink and be merry, oh!

Wine is old laughter.

Whoso will rise again

Sickens and dies again

Here and hereafter.

No immortality

But this reality

Lasts a day longer.

Drink and be merry, oh!

In dulce jubilo—

Death is the stronger.

Better lads! Some'at better,—you there, Fritz,

Your diatonics would make Ockenheim

Writhe i' the worms. You should have Ah—not Ah—

On that first jubilo—o—o.

Hush you! We stopped the stranger in his tale.