In maudlin spite let Thracians fight br Above their bowls of liquor; br But such as we, when on a spree, br Should never brawl and bicker! br br These angry words and clashing swords br Are quite de trop, I'm thinking; br Brace up, my boys, and hush your noise, br And drown your wrath in drinking. br br Aha, 't is fine,--this mellow wine br With which our host would dope us! br Now let us hear what pretty dear br Entangles him of Opus. br br I see you blush,--nay, comrades, hush! br Come, friend, though they despise you, br Tell me the name of that fair dame,-- br Perchance I may advise you.