Fredman's Song No. 10
Performer(s): Carl Michael Bellman



Drink till after twelve or more
Live it up with madmen!
Earth is but my chamber floor
And the sun my lantern
Nothing else is worth a pin
If my head but giddy spin
Giddy spin, giddy spin
Giddy spin, giddy spin
Until it's so drowsy
Nothing more can rouse me

In my grandad's overcoat
Torn and out at elbows
Here I stand, on brandy dote
'Mid the queerest fellows
Out of pretty goblets bright
Tipple morning noon and night
Noon and night, noon and night
Noon and night, noon and night
Till I'm just another
Boozy red-nosed brother

If my sainted father stood
Suddenly before me
"Son", he'd hiccup, "skål! 
That's good
Brandy best doth warm me"
"Brother mine," I'd then reply
Let us toast the morning sky
Morning sky, morning sky
Morning sky, morning sky
Then to thy repose, sir
Thou again mayst go, sir"

Were I but a man of wealth
Gold my pocket lining
Christmas day I'd dress myself
Like the king, when dining
Then I'd purchase and I'd use
Coat and waistcoat and new shoes
New shoes, new shoes
New shoes, new shoes
And of course I'd buy, sir
A watch upon my thigh, sir!

But my throat can't stand such loss
'Tis a very drought, sir
What is gold, when got, but dross?
Pull the cork right out, sir!
Let us steady on our legs
Drain this bottle to the dregs
To the dregs, to the dregs
To the dregs, to the dregs
Then let death attack us
In the blood of Bacchus